There’s the moon, are you looking at it to?
No you can’t, it’s daytime where you are.
The ocean separates us, like an indestructible wall.
In theory it would be easy to see each other.
But it’s not.
It takes time.
Planning.
Money.
Things we just don’t have.
Not like that.
And the times you do come are special, don’t get me wrong.
But sometimes I just want you to be right across the street.
We could go grab a bite to eat.
You could tell me your troubles and I’ll tell you mine,
We wouldn’t have to worry about a disconnecting line.
Time would be the same,
Not seven hours in between.
That would be nice.
But that cant happen.
It’s just not my life.
Don’t take it the wrong way,
I love my life.
Really, I do.
I have some great opportunities.
But I miss the “normal things’’
You know like a high school.
Whatever it is teenagers do.
I don’t really know what they do.
I think it would be fun though.
All that rambling was useless I suppose.
But I miss you.
