You’re the kind of person that the silence is shared well with on long car rides.
Where there’s so much more that hangs in those breaths after a laughing fit.
You’re the electricity that appears between the thunder and lightning.
I know that this silence so quietly shared, boasts so much more than what we see.
You’re the early morning dew on the grass, gone right as the sun touches you so.
I’m chasing you through the light, into the dark, and up into the stars.
This is how our worlds will orbit. Around each other. One in the same.