I wish you were sitting here
To tell you all that happened
And ask how your weekend was,
How your sister is doing,
If your expectancy grows as hers does,
For an intimate future.
Why do you study alone,
Dark night by lamp light,
Cold to the finger on the window?
To read from the pages
And but find subversive sages
That delve us into soils
Where we are charged and adsorbed
By inner-sphere surface complexes,
To find bidentate our covalent bonds,
Stable through low activities,
Working at substitution to have and to hold
A place within structure to last
Throughout the ages or at least
The completion of this inexplicable titration.