You talked about the hours
I know what you mean
Two cocoons spinning around each other
Waiting to be born
Nothing personal was the agreement
After awhile
It gets lonely
With nothing else to do but be inside
Not wanting to hide
Or collide
Do we really have that much time?
Two cocoons spinning
You became a butterfly
I became a moth
You flew west
I flew north.
The title is one of my favorite Bob Dylan lines from Your Going to Make Me Lonesome When You Go...