friendship

Yesterday
I looked at you
And you and I
Became stripped of our dignity,
scantily clad in a set of we.

A you,
Who,
Stands at the edge of
My faces and angles,
competes
for our endangered we
to complete

your box resides under my feet
finding your voice in my throat
and your hand covered mine
out of honest love
and a scarceness in unity, i have ne'er known before
i know not of this kind of we
but you and me
seem to be

a we for today
and tomorrow.