A telephonic conversation

Its not a very refined creation and even I didn't like it myself but what the heck I just posted it...

It never goes away, the haze
only gets hopleless, the maze
because I can never give up
thinking thoughts about you
never seizing thoughts about you.

Something I ask, a question
is it clear, my intention?
no way I see too ascertain this
that I too cross your mind
maybe once through your mind.

It's a dangerous duo, two lives
living it while, one dies
together slowly and suddenly
there are many ways to end it
and very few ways to mend it.

So why waste it, the time
we can enjoy life, in its prime
I won't promise nothing
let it be; you and me
and some world and we.