I see you between the lines of the blinds
through my eyes, through my windows
I miss you with eyes open wide
we are only what we were
when what we were was weeks behind
now you’re tying to sneak by
cloaked in night and time
is there a statute of limitations to a good bye?
Isn’t every good bye taken back at hello?
Still good bye defines us when it’s our last line
spliced between the lines of these blinds
underlying the two words that meant to rhyme and
came up just short.