Bronze hearts

We got into a fight that went something like this I'm gathering up my things and leaving 
And because you went there I went here 
Left leaving you 
Questioning the primal force of your existence 
Now you are gone and there is some space the air breaths and soft vibrations flow between us I know your doing your own thing and I softly do I 
For the things we need come from other places then each other and he ways that bring us down can also sometimes lift us up how can I be more open with you than this when all I want is your tender kiss and the calm that is my storm to you