I was too busy dealing with everything else To realize you were a crisis So I swiftly And utterly too efficiently (With a practiced hand, no less) Swept you away Today (Far too little, far too late) I sat down to breathe And the crushing blow (The almost crippling loss) Of your absense Hit In the morning, I'll resume life At top speed, no doubt (Which you resented for its- my- rigidity) But for tonight I'll sit still with you (Isn't that what you wanted anyway?)