Those same old Washington Street blues

Did we ever occupy the same
Plane of existence you were in
One dimension I was in
Another well more like you were in
Two dimensions when I needed
Three when I needed some
Body not some
Pale flat imitation I haven’t even
Heard you speak in months and
I admit I miss our midnight
Conversations lines
Extending from your soul to mine
Bright light wires shining through
Our skins in the silver
Streetlight seemed
Un-dissolvable now they seem
Impossible how
Could we have ever sat so close
What made me tell you all my
Deepest darkest I don’t know
It must have been the weather or
Something I imagined in your eyes

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