Lines between us

We built our days like fragile towers, stone by stone, hour by hour. Chasing colors, tracing light, always moving, never right. But the lines between us start to grow, like rivers pulling with the flow. Not a word, not a fight, just the weight of time in flight. I see your name in city lights, a ghost in windows late at night. The sky divides, the clocks don’t lie, one heartbeat here, one lost in time. But the lines between us start to grow, like rivers pulling with the flow. Not a word, not a fight, just the weight of time in flight. Maybe love is made of echoes, maybe distance makes it real. Maybe space is not what breaks us, but the silence that we feel. And the lines between us fade and rise, written softly in the skies. Not a word, not a sound, just the way we turn around.