When we're in the same room,
Why is it that I'm asking myself,
"Are we in the same place?"

I told you last week:
"Tomorrow is not something you walk into
But a doorway you stand in.
The second each moment comes,
It is going."

So why am I not listening to myself?
The trouble is I am--
Listening too much to myself
And all sides.

I'm not in the moment when we are apart.
I'm ruminating,
Thinking & not feeling.
This is the dilemma I have when I am alone.

So it seems we should probably see more of each other.

1:25 a.m.

You don't feel it here,
You don't feel it there,
But maybe home is not a location.
Did you feel it with me?
Do you feel at home with me?