All of this togetherness...
 I'm here for it!
 
 But I'm here for everything.

 It's a kind of game, a dance:
 Giving space and making space
 When you're confined together in
 What's meant to be a loving place

 And so, to keep it loving, you
 Must make each move with special care,
 And be there for the ones you love,
 Although they are all here,

 Not there

 She said, "Come play a game with me."
 So down to play we sat,
 Absorbed in competition, like
 Two wrestlers on the mat.

 And love is rarely competition --
 More a relay race --
 But sometimes, what it needs is for
 Someone to lose

 With grace