The Impossible

I watch you as you come back and forth
I watch you as you smoke
and you tuck your hair behind your ear

I heard you when you talk
I heard when you complain
And you laugh and you look away

The scene of you here is always beautiful
Because the light is orange and dim
And the night stops looking so grim
And although it feels like I can reach you
I know we are the impossible

(Kansas, 20 Maret 2013)