Not in the most ideal of conditions,
we push through with angst to what lies ahead.
But sometimes we run into each other,
and I can be too big.
I'm looking for a way out
of all that I do,
because as busy as I get
you are all I see, think, hear.
I only ever see the chai tea lattes,
your embrace amid the sheets.
I only ever hear your laugh and love
amid our endless dance.
I am merely being caught
in frustration of missing you.
You are not simply along for the ride;
you equally hold the map of routes of which we follow.
