I miss you.
Yearn for you.
Yet I am at peace this time.
For this time I am yours and
you, you are mine.

All the insecurities and transgressions bob about:
Worried that I'm just a placeholder;
Simply a teddy bear in your time of need.
Yet I am calmed because you are mine
and I am yours.

Sometimes I sit here and wonder:
"Am I your she?
Or am I just her stand-in?"

Could it be true?
Could it be that you're here to stay?
Could it be that I'm here to stay
with you?