Why

If I thought it would help
I would stand up and shout,
If I thought it would help
I would fall to my knees and beg.

But I have done all that and more,
To bring an us into our lives.
And yet you remain ensconced in your world
That seems to have little room for me

Except for the few hours,
Every now and then,
We float in a universe
All of our own.

Moving to the music as one
Two souls cleaved together
A melting of body and mind
So complete that it leaves me confused

As to why you can’t make room for us
In the rest of your life.
Not all of your life,
But a call here, and a trip there.

                    Why?

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