Somewhere between
your night and mine.

For the people who count time zones
instead of miles.

It is late here,
and morning where you are.

There are messages I typed
and never sent.

Still, we keep the same few things. A song. A window. The plan we will not let go of.

The distance is not the story. It is only the part before I see you again.

One sky.
Built for two.

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