So let’s just do it.
I feel inclined to try,
and okay, sure, this may fail,
but what if we end up fitting perfectly.
Or something close to it.
You get to be you,
and I get to stay me,
and who knows, we may even become three.
In this moment it seems possible.
It’s not because I’m drunk,
and it’s not because your eyes alone take me to heights I haven’t been before.
There’s a reason for all of this.
I can’t name that reason right now because I don’t know it.
But when I figure it out, you’ll be the first to hear it.