The prospect
For we are all prospectors
Of the heart
Such a calamity
For we all calamitous
At the start
That I evade
For we are all evasive
As we begin to part
Anyway I am thinking
I am fearing of never seeing you again
Although I am knowing
That longing is only a thought of pain
The person
For we are all personalities
Prose or verse
The conversation
For we are all conversationalists
Better or worse
The emotion
For we are all emotional
Cure or curse
Afterwards, when the words had left me
Bound again for your thinking
In that time, knowing it became clear
That those words, are words for the seeing
