I come in every day to see you
And she watches me from the side.
I sit, you sit, we speak, but from a distance
Because she sits between us.
She is a space that we cannot cross
A distance that you don’t reach past
A box that you do not lift
She takes up room
But not all the room.
I see you when you look out from behind
I catch you when you throw across a line
And I like it, I like you.
She moans and she repeats her tale.
She is boring and she is a bother
Will you leave her and come out into the clear?
I hope that you will.