Is there something you both connect to
It can be anything that you both strike
For all you have or both can do
A line more circular and/or alike.
Does it feel more like home base
When you can see each other around
And then it’s a mere funeral place
When all you both do is whisper to the ground
Do you both enjoy munching on chips
Or drinking shots till the night gets old
Dancing to flavoured music bumping hips
Sullen, bowed and Sharing the silly mould.
Have you ever tried to Bungy jump
Or gone for a sky dive instead
It’s exactly how you say you’re stump,
When you realise the other one is really dead.
So do you still connect to something at all?
Anything you feel or see or hear,
Sometimes it takes an obeyed call,
To escape this swoon of fear.
If it’s pacing in your head every now and then
Either one of you needs to give it a go
Better to have one common pyramid than ten
If you cannot tell now, none will ever know.