There must be Time for a Lack of It
I went for a walk one day and I stumbled upon myself.
All the while, I was actually looking for someone else.
A day in the park, created a spark.
Although the journey at first was gentle enough, little did I know it was soon to get rough.
Hair curling
Whispers swirling
Brightness falling on an endless calling
Nevermore to keep track the score
If you win, I do too.
Together we can’t lose.
One and won don’t make two
When you are me and I am you
A little
A lot
A tick
A tock
A pebble
A spot
A skip
A clock
A map
A road
An Earth
A globe
Now it’s getting dark and we’re not in the park.
It’s getting late but we have no date.
The thing that has changed is that I am not just me.
When you came along, I became we.
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