All I wanted, when you get to it
The thing I craved (or so I intuit)
Was to be enough so that she would reach
Just "are you OK?" not some whole,speech
I toyed with a plan to run hot and cold
But though I was selling to myself I just wasn't sold
So I did my thing, did it as well as I could
Until I needed a break, a chance to come good
That wee break stretched out, a week became two
My momentum was lost and my raison d'ĂȘtre too
Then just when I thought I might call it a day
She reached out after all and said "are you OK?"
Is it a wand, some great magical cure?
A game being played,a cast of the lure?
All that I know is it might be enough
And if not it's a spark in all the dark stuff