Black and White Blues

Sometimes I think of you and see my face.
Sometimes I want your hand and take my own.
Sometimes we occupy a single space.
Sometimes I think it’s all I’ve ever known.

Sometimes, when I get up to sleep at night,
I think I see you breathing next to me.
Sometimes, when I turn off the bedroom lights,
I think I hear you watching silently.

Sometimes my reason tells me I’m insane,
but maybe I’m in love with the idea.
Sometimes I tell myself I’m not okay;
at other times, I can’t be so sincere.

Sometimes I can’t forget you’re not two-sided
when every time you’re here, I am divided.