In the kitchen that isn't mine, but *ours,* I sit and wonder when it became so
Was it when I first stepped in?
When I put my toothbrush next to yours?
When did this bed that is not mine become mine?
When did you?
Everything is borrowed, lended for a time
You are mine for this life, and to dirt we will return but I have to ask you
Honey, when did you know I was yours?
When did it seem like this wish was a promise and this hand became more than just a hand to hold, a heartbeat
A silent voice that speaks volumes in a single touch
You are my reason not for being, but for loving
Hold me, hold my hand and know I am yours
Know I am borrowed, and precious because of it
Know I am a God in my own shell as are you
And together we make this divinity called *us*
