You and I are nonproductive.
There will be no house where we'd live.
We will not be star crossed lovers on a book cover.
There will be no pictures of days spent together.
No rings on our hands
Or ancient rituals with family and friends.
We'll never get a cat or a puppy.
We'll never have a child. We won't even have three.
You and I will never result in a single thing,
No, nothing.
Which seems like a waste
So I decided to
turn us into
a poem.