I haven’t kissed you
In so long
I start to think
I’m moving on.
I try to find another
Nothing resorts to the
Lows, I lived with you.
Loved, with you.
I keep negating
All the love
I ever experienced
To minutia
There’s no point
If it isn’t you,
Sometimes I feel
However, I can relate
To another time,
When I needed
To get away from
You; and all
The obligations
That kept me busy
At a lonely desk
Where I fall
Out of love.
