You were the errand and I was the list;
Me with my brain in an urgent row
And you with your patient gait
You kept forgetting your purpose
And I let you carry the weight
Sometimes I knew that I had to go
Sometimes you had to stay
But mostly we left the other alone
And were bound by the opposite way
I handed you a life to live
One endless task at a time
And you handed me the reasons
I could leave my own behind
So what of this, the perfect us?
It should have worked for two;
Each took their helping from the half
The other never knew.
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