I can feel you breathing,
Sitting in the little chair,
Not so far from mine.
You don't speak.
Words fail me.
Think of me? Probably no.
Likely thoughts of your shows;
Of your games; of your fun.
Think of you? Too much.
Thoughts of how, and when,
And why.
You don't speak.
Words fail me.
Sittting in the little chair
Not so far from mine.
I can feel you breathing.
