You were (here, I should explain myself) always there,
Like a familiar song (there’s something almost on the tip of my tongue) that offers connection.
Context (this soft light is on us) is, of course, essential.
How can we begin (if we’re both listening)?
What can be said (with the desire to impress the other) that hasn’t been said before?
This (never mind the emptiness where depth offers possibility) place where familiarity dies (my vanity, ego, delirium) is loneliness.