"awesome thank you!"

Lonely. Depressed.
I'd like to hold you and know that it will last until morning.
That the stars can pull and the moon can tug but this moment isn't the tide, it's not being controlled by anything beyond our atmosphere.

Jupiter's probably jealous and maybe this should be my space camp post but I've got too much going on to care about much more than the electricity in the way you say my name.

At 6am I thought my alarm clock read G:0D. Maybe I was just tired but maybe he's been trying to wake me up for longer than I realize. 

I know God has given me nothing but time and all I've done is waste it.  Waste it on tides that never come back in and electricity that's drowning beneath the surface.  

"then either a 100 or 300"

You put your hands around me and I thought we could make it.

The stars and the moon and my bones and the little boy sitting third row at his first baseball game, 

they thought we could make it.

You cupped my face in your hands and I wanted to make it.

I'm standing at the finish line to a relay I ran alone. The refs are trying to explain I didn't win and I didn't follow the rules but I can't understand them because the broken glass coming out just sounds like a doorbell ringing through an empty house, or a kickball going left, going out of bounds. 

I didn't mean to end up sprinting solo. Never in those late practice chats did I think about a far off finish, or how hard that might be on you.

I thought that we could make it.