I swear I’m alright,
In the truly pedantic sense,
Because I have nothing left.
I promise that I’ll miss these
Midnight meetings,
Between the yous and mes,
Who never seem to,
See each other at any other time,
Than when we’ve surrendered,
To time.
I assure you,
That this is all I am,
And ever will be,
Because I’ve tried to change,
Me and you for years,
And we’re still stuck in the in-between,
We’ve agreed to call Us,
As if a label could be transformative,
In a way that time can’t.