Dec 13, 2017
There is nothing upstairs.
The footsteps you hear-
They're just your heartbeat.
You are a product of space and time.
A second, an hour, a day.
Where were you when I was made?
You were two, pink and new.
And I was floating.
Maybe our Mother's passed each other.
At the store or in the park.
Our frequencies connected and
there was some sort of spark.
Because when we're alone in silence,
in each others arms-
It's just like deja vu.
I've been here before.
I know I've always been with you.
