I don’t know how you’ve survived so far
In an occupation as detrimental to your health
As falling for me
I don’t know how you’ve managed to hold on
In such a chaotic situation
And I wish I understood
What makes me such a stickler
For rules
The romantic idealist within says
You keep repeating all the right things
But I have no idea how to respond
I keep contemplating
The consequences of
My inevitably bad timing.