Only seven hours ago?
I was with you, as with you as not
Physically possible
But not impossible, to be close to you

Seven hours ago, you made me
Made me do it, say it, things
Things I thought I wouldn't say again
Seven hours ago, when most were sleeping

I am still asleep, I cannot be awake
For every confession I make, you take gratefully
Parts of me still asleep, before we part and go to sleep
for another seven hours, at least, we are divided

Divided in half, for have the waking hours
together, when most, sleep soundly in shared beds
We share the only thing possible, our own, impossibles
The impossibles that we show each other are possible

Always a pleasure

Thank you for that.