Poem called "T"

When we're apart the minutes seem like days
the ability to concentrate is lost in a
split second

When we're together the minutes seem like
seconds and all that needs to be said is
done with mere glance

Is there not happy medium or is love
supposed to be like this, the game that
steals your breath when you see her

Also leaving you wanting more even while
you're with her, when she walks into the
room everyone else disappears

I cannot answer any of these but I guess
that is why it takes two to figure it out
you see true love is supposed to be torture
on both as well as an adventure

Only we, together, will write the ending