me and you,
we go together like cherries and cream,
we're too sweet,
my teeth ache,
and the pip sticks in the back of your throat.

me and you,
its always in that order,
me then you,
and some days I regret it,
that our thoughts don't swirl together in a rainbow of unison,
but we're different people,
and I sometimes matter.

me and you,
I think long ago,
we might have been real,
but then,
the world woke up,
and righted itself.

me and you,
were just a bad dream,
and I've never been good,
at remembering.