Five months and still together?
I tickle you
you tickle me.
I say it
you say it.
The three words
that mean the most.
Do we mean it?
Can we make it?
You one way
I another.
Bring me to a place of wonder.
What would it be like?
If we had begun before.
A year before
A day before
An hour before
A minute before
We did?
Would we be the same?
Would we love the way we do?
Who are we?
Seniors turned Freshmen.
Who will we be?
After four plus years of dedicated study.
Will you find another?
Will I?
These questions plague me.
Yet I can't seem to stave,
This burning.
The desire, the want, the need.
All I want to do is plead.
But I have to let you go.