I wake in the wrong arms and tumble back into my own sleep.
We are as opposite as the smooth river and the broken stones.
I seek the designs of space between the arches of the bridge.
You see the strong concrete holding all of the weight.
I feel the silence in the view you get lost in, it holds me.
You somehow get through life without standing still.
I recognize your name, even though it doesn't share letters with mine.
We only want a glimpse of all we have wished for.