your experimental life

I want to fit in
to your experimental life,
even if I'm sure

that would throw off the
results. But still, there'd be
suddenly so many more

you could run! An extra pair of
hands wherever you want? Or

folded, observing. Taking notes,
if you wish,
looking on in
expectant bliss

at whatever the next experiment is
to be.

Even though,
really you don't
need me.