I've gone and made mines out of ditches again haven't I?
I've made oceans out of streams again and made next years out of tomorrow's.
When will I learn to stop trying to predict the future
in a desperate attempt to assure myself I'm going to be
okay.

Are you okay? I forget to ask sometimes
I'm too busy arguing with my own
insecurities and uncertainties
But your ego is large enough to
Make up for my lack thereof
And you never needed reassurance

Did you?

From that first good bye,
you could see how I struggled to unclasp my hand from yours and how I kept looking over my shoulder as I walked out the door.

I missed you as soon as I left you.
Did you know that?
Am I foolish and naive and perhaps slightly
Insane. (statement)
To feel as though I had missed you, before we even met?
Call me a romantic,
But energy doesn't lie my love
Call me delusional
But I can see it, feel it
Whenever we're together:

The way our energies get along like old friends from a previous life, who have so much to catch up on.

We have so much lost time
to make up for
my love