I've spent hours upon hours
Thinking about us.
Not just today,
But most days,
If not every single one.
Sometimes it is sweet,
Other times it is ******
And I get to have you
Like I always do
And no one calls
And no one comes home
And it's just us
Despite all the work
And the secrets
And these lies.
It is always just
You and me
In my head
Because I can't imagine
Being next to anyone else
Even when told to disappear.
I cannot do it.
Because you are mine
And I am yours.
Okay?