Pinball

On one end of the hall was
You: laughing, crying and pointing. I could see the dirt in your fingernails and the despair in your dirty looks.
On the other end of the hall, well that's
Me: empty, floating and sinking. You could see my shoes are full of feet and secrets.

What ever are we to do? There you are and here am I.
There is so much
Oxygen
Between us.
All I want to do is kiss your fucking lips off.