You make me think so much it aches
I run circles in my spinning mind
And for all the confessions you seemed to forsake
It seems the answer all along was time
With weeks and seas between us
I tiptoe back to your door
Knocking gently, I hope no one sees us
Reuniting on the shore
My fantasies are fed
With each look, with each line
At first, I felt mislead
By the moment, the drugs, the wine
But now in my sobriety
I stir, yet, once again
You have no reason to lie to me
Nor did you back then
Time is still the answer
So I’ll wait, acting like I’m not
While my flirtatious banter
Makes you question what you’ve got

lovely I have been there!

Thank you, hun