The two of us were waiting and we never stopped to ask why
Simply craving his arrival
Believing we had to be in this spot,
To not be here was unthinkable.
So we were rooted, captivated
Beside the tree the only sign of life
Beyond of course what we considered living
Which wasn’t living because we couldn’t move forward
And there was no way back.
What if we left and he turned up?
Momentarily we were blinded by Lucky and his dance
But his noose should have told us his folly.
We dismissed him, an idle distraction
We were on a mission, constantly craving his presence
Knowing he was well worth the effort of us being here
When neither of us knew what being here meant.