The Space Between Friends (poem)
You may not know who ‘you’ is (yet)
But I hope you know who you are.
I hope
I give up on hope, and
Do those things I always promise you.
Promises seem to mean less when fulfilled
And more precisely when they’re broken.
I promise,
I’m trying — but I can’t
Do this alone — I need you
to see that ‘you’
Is you.
When you do that,
You
and I
(might) become ‘we’.
(Until such a time
As you decide that you like yourself more. Which you will.)
I promise.
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