To the Tune of a Song Not Yet Written

I just spoke to the miles
they have no intention

of coming between us
but cannot get out of

the way so I looked up
the towers of clocks could

count the ways to keep us
together but not give back

even a moment spent
without you so I tried

boxing the yearbooks folded
the distance into my back

pocket even the intentions
bad and good wanted to help

but could not make up their minds
so I asked sleep sleep forgave me

I’m not sure for what but having
removed it all walked with you

wide awake beneath swallows and oak
humming these lines as I forget them