You pop up
But you're gone in an instant.
And as much as I enjoy the moments
I can't keep you only at your convenience.
If you don't have more
Then I have nothing.
You're hard to read.
So I assume you don't want to be read.
At least not by me.
You assume I'll still be here
Just for you.
But we both know that's untrue.
This is nothing.
We are nothing.