Another breaking, another aching. He could have been better, but for now he's the best. I see him now, or I'll see him never, what matters is that we see the line together. He could be, he should be or else I'll be the Frisbee. A momentary suspension, a lifetime to linger. He is here, though forever is an ideal. All there is, is one simple act: understanding, though it's very generic. This word's often taken for granted, yet I say, this word meant the mundane world. Where is he if I do not understand him? Where will I, if I chose to be misunderstood? He is right at my door, knocking and he will keep on knocking until he finally breaks in. When he does, I'll be just there, impatient,but loving.
I'll see you when I see you.
