If that is not the reason for my love of solitude, I dont know what 'is' is... And I held her, to a moment before she could move on In comparison, the safe functional progression was pale Thus she began to chase me by running away Aways away, and then she returned to see why I did not follow Thus began a pitched fascination An upping of the ante and an enhancement of exchanged timings Both jesting in stations of overlapping intricacy And though I care with early deeplings, I refuse to wait for her in a lurch As far as I am concerned it is an open-ended game where on any given day we may not see each other again I'm content to play cue for cue, unless she takes the inti initiative of making things easy...