I'm actually anxious
Because she told me to tell her all
When I felt
Shoots of spring grow between my fingers
Curling in the pleasure of finding her.

What can we grow into, together?
What would you take me to, if I asked you truths and forgot a lie?
I haven't had to tell you any yet
But I fear, no
I'm anxious.

Will I forget
The twists I went through to meet you
Some months spent in misery
Some hours spent in the pain
Under your knowing, wondrous stare?
Maybe tomorrow I'll find how
We should be apart, but
Now I have it all in me.

We
Or us
Whatever can be...
I like you,
And that's that.