The We

I never stopped

to think that I

could ever make you see –

more than the girl

I’d shown to you,

without your attempt to flee.

Past walls and such

(cumbersome things)

and secrets that I hide

to be the one

above all else

to whom I would confide.

I’ve fallen down

a rabbit hole

and met a Hatter there –

we had tea,

him, me – the we,

and found a love we share:

I for he

and he for me

(for ‘he’ is really you)

but, it matters not,

the things I thought,

For us – the we – makes two.

 

~Willow~