I don't think I've ever given you the space to be in my writing.
you've always been there, a part of the truth. I don't think I've taken you for granted
but I've always found something else that i thought readers would find more
interesting to think about, not you;
but then again this is about me,
and it's just about you, too,
it's been seven years and it's always you. every day, every morning, every evening.
and I don't want to write about you because I don't want to tell the world
the secrets of what has made us so profoundly close.
it's something only we deserve to enjoy.