You and I.
A million things that could've been and that might still come to be,
One hundred things in those three words that can be read between the lines,
And a sentence that defies the laws of independence and ties two people together,
You and I.

You and I,

Two people held together by strings of desperation,

Of attachment.

What we thought was love in our hearts,

Was really just the fear of loneliness in our heads.

So much fear in the space between us,

You and I.

We wanted to be infinite,
Some sort of middle finger to people who said we wouldn't work,
I wanted us to last forever,
To be with you forever.
Just you and I.

But with every day forever became such a long time,
It felt too infinite with you,
And somewhere along the way of being you and I,
I found myself wanting to be just
I,
I found myself wanting to fix you so the minutes wouldn't go by as hours,
So the days wouldn't go by as years.
One year but one lifetime,
An impossible infinity, impossible fear:
You and I.

Yet the more and more I cut you open the more and more you bled,
The more you suffocated me
And shoved me so full with all your life I had no room to breathe,
No room to see past our love,
Our life, our fear of solitude,
And my bones began to break under the weight of us
Of you and I.

You say that you won't be able to move on,
That forever is how long you'll wait,
That no measure of time will allow you to process us parting,
But the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,
And perhaps one of those steps will bring us back together,
Then again...
Perhaps not,
Perhaps the best thing for us both is to continue walking in opposite directions,
To forget the fear,
To evolve,
You and I.

To continue being the two now independent people tied together by a string of memory,
By the love

No, not the love,

The fear
The life
The year
The small infinity of
You and I that is now just
You

And

I.