You come in and out of my life with an agenda that keeps me reeling.
I go days without seeing you, months without talking to you,
And then I see your smile or hear your voice...
And once again I am steeped in you...
As absorbed with you as I am with the oxygen I breathe...
Each single breath I take.
Tomorrow the sun will rise; the sun will set...
You will go your way and I will go mine.
I’ll go days without seeing you, months without talking to you,
And then I’ll see your smile or hear your voice...

* de - august 2006