Like a square to a circle,
I don't fit.

No matter how many are
around, or who I can hear,
I'm alone.

Like a school with no children,
or a pool with no water,
everything seems unfullfilled.

That is until the water reappears,
the children gleefully rush in.
Just a though, like a fantasy,
of her,
everything is fullfilled.

It doesn't matter how many people
aren't around.
or who I can't hear,
I'm never alone.

No matter shape, no matter
the size, I fit.
Just the though, like a fantasy,
of her ...
I, her, everything ... fits.