You’re 3,500 miles away

And yet every time I hit my bed

I see you laying there,

Your hand between your face and the pillow

Staring at my eyes like they’re the only things in focus

Listening to every word of my silly story

And we’re only platonic, because we love different people

But neither of us have those people, one-sided love

And my heart can’t help but reach for you

She’s cold and lost

And you’re body exerts heat,

And no matter where I am,

I find you, taking shelter in my mind

You’re gone for a month,

I say goodnight when you say good morning,

And my mind can’t help but make it tragic,

Like it’s good for the plot

But I hope you’re a character who makes it to the last page,

No matter what we are

Or where we are