me, you, her and she

I walked that hall
On yesterday of last month
Glancing in windows
To rooms filled with desks and books
In search of you,
Of truth to lies
That otherwise settled
In the forefront of my mind’s heart
You wandered elsewhere
For truths to a lie
I never told
But we will be ok
Tomorrow

I drove that highway
From my life into yours
Sending unempty words
That you refuse to publish
In the book of You
And I wonder and wander why
But I want more than a gander
More than an intermittent conjugated verb of hope
That you are my one true thing
So we will be a me and a you
Until when

I slept next to you
Filling the sheets with renewed life
That you didn’t order
Your slate could have been cleaned
I would have washed it and disinfected it
Cared for it, fed it
Held it and comforted it
And I tried
And it was fine and grand
Until I breathed too loudly
one afternoon
and you wanted the dirt and grime
the yelling and the fighting
the heartfelt guilt and the disheartening lies
smeared back on your slate
and I learned to want the same
until today