It’s truly been a while, my dear
Since we saw each other, ear-to-ear
Talking has grown into a chore
Conversations are gray, a sad drudgy bore.

Where did it go?
Was it even there?
Hard to know
When lust keeps you unaware.

Listen- – -Listen! to me
I’ve been screaming for us
Ever since year three

Things really aren’t the same
Like the smell right before the rain
I can tell something new is on the way
Like a budding’ flower waiting on life’s decay

Where will we grow?
Are we even here?
So hard to know
When you’re in your 7th year.