I will not
find out
what it is
that made
us special.

We are just
a gathering
of little bones
in bags
of flesh.

I just want
to repeat
until I believe
that we
are nothing.

(Because if we
are something,
then I am
wasting my
needed chances

to find out
if you
and I could
ever be
more than

The way that
you feel
when I wake
beside you
alive. safe.)