On a platform it’s strange standing here, elevated above everyone else. I swear I’m trying to come up with the words to help explain exactly how this stolen feeling is buried within. Strangers push on me, it’s obvious I’m in the way I’ve been this way long before now. I push back, keeping my ground I honestly care what some may think I’m not moving until I get this out. Texting in a sea of strangers who have no idea how important this is to convey love in this way. It’s fine, interrupting this busy world and I smile because I’ve learned to release, this, I’ve learned from you. My one true one it’s a restless feeling for sure to hear your voice. That subtle laugh, un-interrupting but still, I stand here on this platform waiting on you.