that John Mayer song.

you'll find me across the room

not looking at you perhaps

I'll be lost but somehow found

thinking, processing, puzzling out

not miles, galaxies away

but I'll be there and soon

sooner than we both think

my limbs will be tangled up with yours

they won't be mine anymore:

mine will begin where yours end

and just then you'll know

when to play that John Mayer song

how to prepare my tea

- unsweetened, scorching-

and my theory on how the Earth came to be

but until then, keep tiptoeing

the world; you'll find me

soon enough.