Growing Together, Apart
Sometimes I think that you and I
are like Molly and me.
And somehow I care about you,
well beyond the lines of reason.
In four years so much has changed.
I feel like we’ve done it all together,
and with all our words we shared
we’re better off.
One day I may walk where you once did,
and I’ll privately muse over its significance
beyond its binding to my public dreams.
I’ll never have a say in whether
how we met will last forever,
but dammit, girl, we better not fall apart
for many more years to come.