Who I’ve conversed with
in one way or another
since the day our platonic love,
our friendship,
our wall-breaking
started.
Now, we are a couple.
Yes.
We. Are. A. Couple.
We had no barriers before.
We have no locks now.
I literally gave you a key,
because the idea of you coming to me
and finding the door
shut
is disturbing and painful
for us both.
You once asked me
how I would feel if we didn’t talk for a day.
I answered that I tried it,
and you sent me a message
just as I broke and began composing my own.
I just don’t think we can do it.
I don’t want to do it.
Your words, your voice…
they’re oxygen.
And I’m still wearing your hoodie.
Treeshallow Musings 