Wax Minute
Richard Stekol

As you complicate things greatly since you came into my life
Old veneers and stately postures wax minute within your sigh
And the taxing weight of adjusting to all the thoughts which you reveal
Only incites me to motion, while that's the crux of your appeal
Just the thought of how it's always been concealed
Where's my heart, love, as only you can heal

And his humble plans just don't seem to inspire me to heights
As they did, or as seeing you, or as touching you might
And the card that I should have sent days ago falls short of reaching you
Memories speak kindly now, but what can I do?
Just be thankful for an insight granted to few
And don't linger on what it might have meant to you

The distance which I keep has entered into play
Miles which make me say I won't be seeing you