Rub

you're off to colder climes

leaving me alone with all this rhyme

and i dwell in the moments of the past

an old tale, not forgotten fast

and now he appears in my life

his absence cuts like a knife

but asks only that we be acquainted

and i agree, willingly antiquated

our conversations are intense

old incidents are making sense

but i am afraid to take it slow

because, sometimes, he seems good to go

but you can go off and do your thing

travel the world, have those flings

because i'm in this space in my head

my heart says go, like it has always said

this acquaintance is bound to grow
see me breaking down this door

i'm stepping into this room of grey

please be there is all i pray

i'm travelling half way as i always do

wait till i get there, please won't you?