I'm at least halfway to urgent, but you're otherwise engrossed.
Your boyfriend is provoking or your girlfriend is verbose,
and by the time your best friend's lonely, my mind's halfway comatose.
My own best friend's about the same; at least, he's near that tired,
But he is craving sleep when I am second-winding, wired.
I guess I'm miswired. I guess we're all snarled,
Or mismetered
Or mistimed
Or misrhymed.
To miss connections, one needn't be cowardly,
Only busy.
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