Time

I began to believe it was serious
You and me
Like the lines of the streets so straight
In this whole city
I was scared
I dreamed of grey
How it would comb into your hair

Some day your touch would change
You might look away
I thought time moved in with us too and it was only me and you
Everyday became its messenger, its frame

You don't care, no, it's not your way you smile
You made a joke that I don't know when to laugh
When to think
When to ask, "Is it all on the line?"
"Or is it all in my mind?"

I said, "This is love, we'll go through all the stages"
You said, "My love this song, do you hear all the changes"
"When it's all on the line"
"When it's all in my mind?"

There's light colors that come through in the afternoon
On the walls red lit of our quiet living room
Sometimes we brush past one another like brothers
Cool and casual with one another
Again I touch your hand for the first time in forever
The first line, the first letter