Ocean and the Rock

What you at my gentle spoken friend 
I lack a frame to put you in 
When you're an ocean and a rock away

I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat 
My fingers wrap around your words 
They take the shape of games we play

i feed your words through my buttonholes 
pin them to my fingerless gloves
green and prone to fraying

Thoughts of you, 
warm my bones 
I'm on the way, 
I'm on the phone, 
Lets get lost, 
me and you, 
an ocean and a rock 
is nothing to me.