“It’s me”, he said non chalantly, never realizing the inherent romanticism of the words.

It’s me, it’s you, it’s us -

A hundred years and million miles across

“You can let your guard down, it’s me.”

“How could I not come? it’s you.”

“You don’t have to explain, it’s us.”

 Blows of truth

 I haven’t yet healed from the wound

Of seeing a life with you

but living another

Like light obscured

Until my palms burn

My love for you has no cure

I imagine

The voice of your eyes

Drawing me back to you 

day after day

Lifetime after lifetime

Like an abandoned home

Calling on a stranger

Sheer desperation 

And a pinch of hope

With all of my yesterday 

In your name

How can I be anything new?

No matter what lies I tell myself 

I know there cannot be 

anyone else that’s you 

It’s not like I had a choice. 

It’s not like I had this planned 

but if there’s a truth right here 

it’s this, 

to this day, I am in your hands.