Kiss my cheek

There is this and that
and so much in between
we don't say everything
too this for that
he is staring at the umbrella
differences arise a divide inside this well
yet she remains too much a pillow book
written inside his thigh
on warm nights when we stick to sheets
the cool side of the pillow
she will read her words
rearanged to spell its name
deep within records and revisions
she will cry when they go
off into the other
to reappear in later years
kiss my cheek and say goodbye