Sometimes
When I’m reading through
Old history
Messages that I sent to you
I can’t believe
That you’d ever amuse,
Humor me
In my lunacy
Barely coherent
On tangents
I’m off again
Just to sound smart,
Win your heart
And be off again
On some unyielding
Crusade to make sense of you
Next to
The rest of the world
And all I could do
With or without you
Within it
Provide for you
Constant adventure’s
Amenity
Pleasantry,
Wisdom
And insight
I felt
Kept you next to me
When anywhere
Else but my side
Would be
What I think would be best
For the you
And the me