Late October getting colder
Only eight or so months older
But centuries ago is what it feels like
And I feel like I've been

Too distant from the circle
Nonexistent through your socials
I keep reinventing myself

Horizons are glistening
Wordsmiths are whistling
Lovers are listening
To silence that’s deafening
The soft-spoken beat of the chest

And I heard your voice in a vision
Speaking of your new-found self
Could’ve been the messages I was listening to
In a dream half asleep on the couch

And I heard your voice in the kitchen
You felt like you were talking to yourself
I see you and me in visions
Quarantined
Half past twelve