Sorry dear,
but I'll never be her, and you'll never be him.
We tried to patch these cracks within
with affections so shallow,
infatuation so strong, bound by winters nasty scowl.
The summer melted the ice between the cracks--holding us together, still, we sustained through warmth & wet weather.
You hold on by mere threads, tethered.
For I'll never be her,
and you'll never be him
ever.