I don’t think I meant to love you but here we are
and I an I apart
from the I I was which does imply
an I you are you you
sometimes when I lose you or think
I’ve finally found you, but don’t
I think enough? Haven’t we found the
each other to dissolve
from postures of patience
the eachothers we were, not yet
and now again?
Haven’t we lived long enough?