If that which parts us is no more in this moment,
Then why do you not hold me?
That which separates us no more is now replaced by your own means.
Laying next to you now and I feel a world removed.
Must you hold fast to the pain of what has come before?
You do not want it and yet its power over you is more tangible than your hands upon me.
How long will you remain unavailable to the indulgences of your own pleasures?
How long should I wait for you?