I'm diving with the breeze and filling up your space.
I'm slipping out the cracks in your brain
and it's making us hard to remember.
I'm the road under your car when I just cant stand to see you go.
I'm crawling with the leaves that tug on your pant legs.
They also wonder where you plan to go.
Where you can find peace.
I'm clicking with the mouse in search for your messages.
I'm confused along with the desktop as time after time they don't appear.
I'm as confined as these spaces he made for me.
I am the space I crawl into each night.
I am the space that slips out of sight.
I slide with the salt water.