sighs upon sighs and time after time spent listening to your voice on the telephone line. somewhere between my mouth and your ears these words fall apart. and the distance that separates us makes me want to wake up tomorrow, because that's one day closer to waking up next to you. the good byes are never final, and we both regret to say them, despite how near the hourhand draws to dawn. i wish i could chart the moments we speak into a constellation and throw them into the night sky, where we both can look and know the feeling is mutual, hearts should change with time.