Small Talk

“Hello, nice to meet you Again. How are you, now?” (The only words I can say, Looking at a familiar face, No more ways to say that we are So far away; that we’re way too late For those Imissyou’s and wishedyouwerethere's Because the truth is we’re quite used to it. But gosh,) “It sure is great to see you again, After all this time.” (Still, Your eyes captivate mine, Still, with your familiar smile, I'm melted into my humble beginnings, My primordial soul was made for your viewing.) “Yeah, I’m still trying to get those abs. Don't you laugh at me!” (I can dream anyway, What does it mean to love? The question remains for three words, Three years and counting, You emerge from a sea of everything else, What is it that you are to me?) “And so, how is your life?” (I hope you’re doing fine, Wished I made you) “Mine, The world’s still spinning,” (And spinning, as always and so forth, A world without you, and life goes on; That is all there is, simply A knowing that you exist, But doing nothing, save for Counting each night and day, You and I are so far away,) “Well, look at the time, You’re gonna be late,” (Wished I made you mine.) “Ah, but I’m late as well, Nice to have seen you, I wish that Maybe (I could tell you that Sometimes, I think about love; And whenever I do - I always think about) you and I could see each other again.”