Moving Through

I've been thinking about the way you hold your Coffee cup. How you never finish anything you start. There's a distance growing that we don't discuss. Somewhere between the silence and your heart. I'm not asking you to change. Just wondering if you feel the Same. I'm moving through, Like water in your hands. You can't hold what won't stay. I'm moving through. Trying to understand. Why loving you feels this way. Sunday morning and you're staring at your phone. I'm right beside you but you're somewhere else. We used to talk until the night was gone. Now I'm learning how to be here by myself. I'm not blaming you at all. Just feeling how we rise and fall. I'm moving through, like water in your Hands. You can't hold what won't stay. I'm moving through. Trying to understand. Why loving you feels this way. Maybe we were never meant to last. Maybe some things just pass. I remember how it felt before, When you used to meet me at the door. I'm moving through, like water in your Hands. You can't hold what won't stay. I'm moving through. Trying to understand. Why loving you feels this way. Moving through. Moving through. Oh, Moving through.