Sleep doesn’t come at a time like this if I really do love someone. Twilight used to be reassuring. The mistily veiled rose hues before dawn used to wake a sleepy but excited 6 year old and adhere her to the window, embracing some unidentifiable feeling that I now know is nostalgia.
You’re right next to me
But I need an airplane
I can feel the distance
Getting close

Solid. Beautiful. Detour.
It really was.