from 'Horizon & Back' (2005)
There are layers between us
The sheets
The walls
The streets
The city
The phone
Your voice crackles over time zones
Sending kisses through fibre optics
To caress my ear
“I love youâ€
I say those words
In my vacant apartment
Neat as you last left it
Red wine grown murky
In the bottom of glasses
Your head printed in my pillow
A razor forgotten by the sink
A photograph empty of you.
My last memory seems to end
With waving though terminal gates
Or plodding down long hallways
Greeted by chirpy blonde attendants
And safety procedures.
Can that be enough
In that world of ours
In those moments between
Weekends and phone bills
Can that be enough
Bodies separating us
Water choppy under airplane wings
in the sky turning blue grey
There are layers between us
The sheets
The walls
The streets
The city
The phone
But I still have you.
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