The sea of love between us

Keeps me from seeing me

As I was on the other side with you

It’s not that I have changed, as much

As a change in point of view

It’s not that I love you less

It’s not that love is gone

It is that love is, and that

There’s no more to be done

 

The sea of love between us

Has turned another way

I’ve thought about it long and hard

And what I know today

Is we no longer take bus rides

With no particular part to play

Nor anything much to say

Knowing less than to necessitate

The out of the way

 

The sea of love between us

Now lies squarely in between

It holds me under house arrest

It’s not that I mean to be mean

It’s an insufficient supply of words

And that I expect

You won’t suspect

My very intention

Not after all this conversation

 

The sea of love between us

Holds me deepest in its thrall

When faced with a humble obligation

I’m left feeling humungusly small

And resoundingly speechless

Though I hear you tell me

It’s all a mess

It never was

Before all this connected-ness.

 

The sea of love between us

Its ebb and flow is lost

Bereft of a time when

The prohibitive cost

Of keeping alive our simple love

Let us simply rise above

The price that we pay

For an ordinary phone call

To make an extra-ordinary day.