©️Side of the Map🌹 (Don’t Hang up Pt II)

©️Side of the Map🌹(Don’t Hang Up Part II) [Verse 1] You call from New York on your lunch break Work boots, tired eyes, still you stay I’m west of you with my notebook open You ask what line I wrote today Five years counting through a phone screen Two time zones, one same moon We fall asleep with the call still running Your breath keeps time with my room [Pre-Chorus] You know the words I leave unwritten You know the places I hold tight When distance puts a wall between us You talk me close through half the night “Side of the Map 🌹 (Don’t Hang Up Part II)” West to east. Five years. Two time zones. One moon. A Brazilian poet with her notebook open. A Jamaican king in New York calling on his lunch break, work boots still on, tired eyes still staying. They fall asleep with the call running. His breath keeps time with her room. This is Part II of Don’t Hang Up — the same line, deeper. He knows the words she leaves unwritten. He talks her close through half the night. One day there will be no screen and no miles. Until then, she loves him from her side of the map.