Time

It’s all spent getting back to you
And I wonder if it’s been that way
in every lifetime we’ve shared
when we part for the day
or for the life
I distract myself with other things
other people
but the instant I find you
at night after a long day
or in the park after a long life
none of the rest of it mattered
no one else was real
It is you. It was you.
It was always you.