Prism

I’m fine, thanks for asking I hope that you are too I don’t suppose you lead me on I don’t suppose you say the right thing But for that someone, someone else, not for me It was written on the wind and not on a breeze A most but not really So close but not really I don’t suppose you knew what’s done I don’t suppose you have a conviction That was strangers who have no intimacy Cause of pieces from the kingdom lost at sea Little slithers in the crowd in between That was someone, someone else, not for me