It (#Wattys2016)

erase me not

you label us as if
it were fact
that you and i are
immortalised in stone.

i never vowed
that i'd spend every breath
uttering your name.

i only chose
to be a companion,
sharing laughter, sharing smiles
and the occasional tear
once every blue moon.

i never chose to worship you.

and yet, here we are
(where are we?)
our dots intertwined
by a single rickety line
on the breach of
snapping.

yet, somehow
somehow
i'll always end up
straightening those lines
for the umpteenth time.

because somewhere
somewhere
in the remnants of this
broken heart

we're alive
and we're still
conversing light-hearted
words with each other.

somewhere
somewhere
somewhere

you and i might still have a chance.

(who knows?)