There are songs about you
Poems and stories too
I have never met you
Not sure I'd want to

If I were to never meet you,
I'll throw away my hopes
of becoming a "we"
The story of us won't ever be
                                            
                                            I want you
                              But I will convince myself
                                          I'm better off
And I don't know
who or where you are
Do I find you or do you seek me?
Do "we" ever become more than ourselves

Why do I feel like this?
Are you even out there?
Everyone has (a) you...
                                             Where's my you?



«c.h.b»