3/3/2019
“Us”
A concept that I cannot quite unravel
When he says “us”
I begin to unravel
“We”
A moment in time shared by two
But felt as one pair
I hold it in my hand
“Together”
A broken seam sewed with care
Holding hands to hold a heart
A shattered person completed by another
“Hope”
A light that shines
Of “well maybe one day I can
Hold his hand and just be with him”
“With”
Not alone
Never apart or broken down
He builds me up when I break down
And him with me and me with him
There is no better that I could be