The words exchanged in the gap between usI wonder how much meaning they hold?What color is the world where things disappear as they are written down?Right now what words, what songs, are reaching you?I won’t say that we’re alikeBut when we give something, we receive something in returnThe sky today is bluer and brighter than usualSo I’ll talk with you, with you, for just a little longerI’ll embrace you while pretending to push you awayI’ll watch over you while pretending to not careThe heart that I caught hold of is shining with things about usSomehow, by being at each other’s sideSomehow, by feeling each other’s presenceWe convey, we convey, that we’re filling what each other is lackingWhen we touch, we’ll continue to get taken to a warm place togetherMy missing piece is probably youI tried every word in my vocabularyBut I couldn’t find one that fitI made fun of “coincidence” by calling it “fate”But let’s call the continuation of this word “future”Things that I confirmed while pretending to try them outThings that I grasped tightly while pretending to throw them awayIf we tie them together one by one, they become things about usCasually, as if we’re gazing at each otherCasually, as if we understand each otherWe answer, we answer, that we’re making up for each other’s falteringWith our pace that starts and stops, our shadows overlap into oneI like the version of me that is reflected in your eyesSomehow, by being at each other’s sideSomehow, by feeling each other’s presenceWe convey, we convey, that we’re filling what each other is lackingWhen we touch, we’ll continue to get taken to a warm place togetherMy missing piece is probably youI’ll become your missing pieceThe words exchanged in the gap between usI wonder how much meaning they hold?What color is the world where things disappear as they are written down?Right now what words, what songs, should I convey to you?