if time was not so absurd we would have
linked by now: but it is: at least to us: for
one moment you are there and i am not
then i am there and you are not and then
we call it quits, til we dream of each other
again, and time starts again: you call, i text
you text, i call, never do we appear to sync
yet, what is strange, really strange is: once on
a monday i put my head down and thought of
you and the phone rang, and you talked and
all i could think was why, how did you know
