I think about how the world was shaped and how it moved one day
in a way that brought us together that May.

I wonder what gods or spirits bonded over our coincidental meeting
and if they knew if this would be more than fleeting.

I think about the year we've spent laughing and crying and learning
in a way that keeps me returning —
every night back to you.

I wonder if we'll survive this next chapter within this lifetime
or if we're looking for just some insensible bliss in the meantime.

I know that I love you — that I know.
And I think and I wonder how you and I will grow.
And if there's a chance that we'll do it together
And if there's a reality where that means forever.

I want to let it go.
I want to pretend I was never there.
Pretend I didn't care.

I want to let it go.
I want to act like nothing happened.
Leave it as a gap and...

I want to let it go.
I want to scream each time I remember
That night in September.

I want to let it go.
I want it to be a part of the past
And let my new love last.

I want to let it go.

Sometimes I just don't
Pretend to understand how
Amazing you are

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

What if everything wasn't the way it was?
Have you ever posed a sentence with a question?
Unperfected.
Just looking for answers.
How to refine the question -
Or find the answer.
We panic at the thought of thoughts,
Of questions.
But should we find answers?
What if we don't have them?

One of the few things that I'm sure of.
I could build my world off of.
Your unknowingly frequent touches on the world around you.
One of the few things I know.
It's strange - almost unheard of in this town.
The impact --
Insurmountable.

Lover ...
What does that mean?
Because I've had many.
My lover now is the most incredible,
And so was the one before.
Until he wasn't.
I think I've got it now.
My lover.