Intensity, time, distance, every couple
of weeks.
We're like an equation that's missing a
piece.
There's nothing new you know to show
me,
and perhaps you have noticed that too,
But what's been done is fun; you
arrange it differently.
Together, I feel alive as ever, since
my knees felt young,
and then, on schedule, to the ends of
the earth we're flung.
Apart, I find syncopation; I'm mostly
sure what to do.
It's not that I'm smitten, and I'm not
quite addicted.
I'm just a little bit more bored
without you.
