Ten minutes from downtown is ten minutes too far

There are so many questions I want to ask you
So many things I want to learn about you
So many experiences I want to share with you

And never enough time

So we treasure what we've got
But what we've got is wearing thin
And though I'm willing to wait to build it strong again
It's an effort of will, a choice richly bought

With fear, it seems, all mine

There are so many words I'd like to swallow
So many intuitions I wish I'd followed
So many "seems" gilded or hollow

And this is how I know:
This isn't what I imagined
It still isn't
This is exactly what I expected
It still isn't