All This In Between
"If you only crave them at night, it's lust not love"
Therefore implying love is just the morning
That moment when you awake
With their scent still on your sheets
Every glimmer of conversation
Ringing in the cavity of your ear drum
Imaging a life where you shared a bed
But what about the times in between?
While starting the car?
While filling the coffee cup?
Every level of consciousness
From asleep to awake
While you're next to me
While you're far
What do I call this?
There's a word that's greater then love
Perhaps not in my spoken tongue
Some other language must have a word for
The all this
And the in between
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