Like that whimsical moment in captivity
Or turning your back on eternity
Like the empty space between predator and prey
Or finding no difference between night and day
One on one we count the minutes from the womb
While I hear each shallow breath you leave in this room
I bow my head and whisper a song that you can not hear
You do this too whenever I am near
When I run, it is into a storm, a sigh
But no one is listening to the heavens lullaby
A sad sweet song to ever touch these lips of mine
I froze, I gasped, and fell through time
I found myself in an enclosed space
But I closed my eyes and left that place
A pool of thoughts, of words once shared
Has saved me, and my identity was spared