It's nice to be wanted
although you picked the wrong time.
You took too long.
You want it "your" way not "our" way.
It can't happen like that.
I can't do that to myself
and I won't.

But then I see you and smile.
Big hands, big gestures and lame jokes and you just get under my skin.
I think of the similarities and the challenges and I look forward.
Then I realize forward is somewhere else, without you.

Well maybe just a bit of you.