Between Two Silences

I talk to you in passing thoughts,
Like you might hear them where you are.
And every clock in this apartment sounds just like a breaking heart.
We're counting the same seconds, just in different skies.
I'll miss you in the quiet, between every word I say.
In the places no one notices,
Where you never really went away.
I miss you like a habit that I cannot break or lose.
Two hearts in different cities,
Still beating the same truth.
You said it won't be long now, but time forgot to agree.
Every day stretches into something that doesn't feel like we.