the bolder thing to do

I hear your words so clearly
like the way birds relate to
the early morning sun
dispersing through the trees
waiting for what the day brings forth

And I feel right at home
sitting in the same space
the distance is still clear
and the acoustics have never
been all that great
but we do try

Our voices collide, harmonize, and contrast
to what was originally recorded,
but somehow fit so right
in the off angled jigsaw pieces
we've come to be comforted by

It's funny how the days
become welded together
and how for one day
it changed and adapted
and became one fluent
string of puzzles