Seven degrees of separation

 
I don’t want to be “Yes, I used to date him…”,
or a flicker of a remembrance on a tepid summer afternoon.
I want to be someone a thousand times more meaningful to you.
I don’t want to be a casual acquaintance who you met at a cocktail party
or a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.
No, that’s not who I want to be.
I don’t want seven degrees of separation coming between you and me.
 
I want to be your closest entity;
the ground on which you walk, the air you breath in each day,
the support to take you higher to that which you aspire,
the answer to the prayers that you pray.
I want to be the one you choose each day and every night
for you, a brilliant light.
 
I don’t want to be promises made but broken;
words floating in the air, false utterances spoken,
a house of untruth, false passions aflame.
Teach me that which you think I should know.
Hold on tight and never let me go.
I want you to be with me forever, I want you to bear my name.
So now can you see?
 I want zero separation between you and me.
 
I don’t want to be “Yes, I used to date him…”,
or a flicker of a remembrance on a tepid summer afternoon.
I want to be someone a thousand times more meaningful to you.
I don’t want to be a casual acquaintance who you met at a cocktail party
or a friend of a friend, of a friend of a friend.
No, that’s not who I want to be.
I don’t want seven degrees of separation coming between you and me.