It seems a long time round
Since we were tete a tete
This morning's walk seemed short
Spending most of it in my head
Losing time in thought
The sky did bleed eratic drips
As they spilt from deflated will
Has all considerate care been lost
Exchanged for falser things?
We become like North and South
Together we're compelled
Yet you seek out the other pole
When I'm not there to select and draw
Saddened in the absent days
I am alone without my North.
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