with you i find
innocence impossible
the reaction, volatile
chemicals that should be mixed
under supervision
handled carefully
then
they'll probably explode anyway
with you i find
my mind imploding
everything destroyed
except the pain i feel
when we're apart
which is almost always
with you i find
our timing is tragic
to the point of being
comedic
our lives intersecting at the wrong moments
reaching out, sometimes touching
sparks flying, then fading
compounded by our distance
our lives, seperate
our connection
unbreakable

Oy vey, such a quandary!