Years, and five minutes
You don’t have five minutes
for the people you’ve known for years
but you’ve spent years
thinking about the people you met for five minutes
when you were eighteen.
bleak fog, grey.
memories of summer
obscure the day.
Paths crossed
I searched the earth over
until one day I finally tracked you down
I’ll wait on your doorstep
You searched the earth over
until one day you finally tracked me down
but I don’t seem to be home
