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.