There You Are

There you were, as you are now,
Except there wasn’t a filled book between us
And we didn’t pass the pen to each other every other turn.
You were healing and I was breaking
And we could teach each other so much
About one another without so much tedious introspection.
We could fall into one another.
We could pour ourselves onto the floor.
And we wouldn’t dry our bodies after each dip,
Hoping something of the other would stick.
The right one that you make so many mistakes to find
We could find in each other.
Partners. Puzzle pieces. Tired metaphors.
There you were
And you didn’t know our story yet and neither did I
And you debated about even starting.
Would it even be worth it?
To trade one love lost for another lost love,
Would it even be worth it?
You debated about the ending before even seeing the start.
But I told you yes.
I wouldn’t take back that word for my world.
There you are, as you were then,
Except now there is a filled book between us
And we don’t pass the pen between ourselves anymore.
We stare at the finished volume of what’s written
And you debate if it’s worth a sequel.
But I don’t say anything,
And you already know my answer.

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