Sonnet 4 (Being) Being with you is like seeing an old best friend, Ten years gone, don’t know where it went, Except I realize, seeing you now The friend I knew, I didn’t know at all, somehow The way you speak, the way you think Reels all my senses, like water down a sink The only problem that I can figure Is when we’re old, we’ll part for a flicker But even now, in the space All I feel, is your embrace Inside out, warm and fuzzy Like cuddling up, my darling lovey When you leave, are “not around” This love it grows, by leaps and bounds Infinite infinities must be possible For experience shows what theory calls bull This poem will end but your love will not For you are the substance that creates my thoughts.