Part one.

It was safe there
in that space between you and me
but never so forward as here
never so forward as my chest,
but my pace remains the same
and midnight conversations
could always last just as long
with silence already reserved
for pausing regret and apology.
We wind around this road
like the hands on the clock,
only for a second at a time
are the hands all aligned at once.
And this pace remains the same.
But I could still listen
to your voice on the other line
and take it for gold
and hold it still in that space.