There are a hundred thousand million words I’d like to say to you
we’re listening to one another breath
you’re smiling at my gentle sighs
I’m drifting off to sleep and
you’re waiting on the line until you’re sure I’m safe and resting.
I’m swallowing words, not because they’re too hard or too serious or too frightening.
It’s that I know we have enough time to share those hundred thousand million words six dozen times over
and we still won’t be out of days/remarks/adventures/joy/patience.
Maybe it’s too soon but
you’re deep in my heart and I never want to be without again.
Inside Out — Spoon