My Love

There is you. And there is me. There is us, and that makes me complete
everything on my to-do list because you take up my time. You take over my life.
I breathe in your smile and your sweet skin. I search your face to find mine.

There is you and there is me. Nothing reminds me more of me than my own skin
and this cold glass of gin melts over the sheer remnant of what was gloriously me.
I trudge my way back to us through the haze of your love and my love of you.