Wake Up With You

You and I,
Thirteen years later,
And it's all the same.
I'm thirty-four,
You're thirty-one,
Or that's what they say.
Some say you're everywhere,
Then how come we're not all happy?
Then how come the others
Do not feel the butterflies?

You and I,
An olive branch from my heart,
And it's all the same.
With all those books, songs,
Plush dolls, charms...urns,
Why would you want this?

Some say I don't need you,
Then how come I no longer shiver?
Then how come nobody else
Can see the blue skies?

You and I,
Every morning, you and I.
You and I forever,
Looks pretty probable.
Never thought I'd be a citizen here.

You and I,
Every morning, you and I.
I wake up with you,
And the day's passable.
Never thought I'd be a citizen here.

- February 20th, 2017


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This is the first thing I wrote in 2017 - as in, not finishing a 2015 or 2016 poem. The timing is unfortunate, but this is not a poem for a close friend I made amends with or a recurring permanent "crush".

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