are we going to do?
The overbearing burden of our together days.
Longing for a new answer
is all I am.
Am I so far-sighted?
I’m afraid to see us at all. Less than you, though.
I wonder if you’re as near-sighted as I am far-sighted.
Like a runner in first we’re too nervous to risk looking back at the others.
You know this, I believe, but maybe I don’t really know what you know at all.