How do you always make me smile?
Through all the space of countless miles?
Why is it that I hear your name,
When empty notebooks leak my pain?
A steady drip, like a slow leak,
Is my resolve each time we speak,
‘Do not jump’ I tell myself,
But your words enslave so very well,
So hard to find a solid grip,
So I laugh, I pun, a little quip,
I find it is a good defense,
For when my wanting makes no sense.