Is It You?

Is It You?

I was up late last night,

thinking of ways to make you see you are more than temporary.

But I soon realised I have nothing new to offer you,

I’ve traded words with souls who broke my heart,

shared my skin with those who confused love with lust

and called others by names I always thought were meant for you.

Here we are,

a dozen memories in

and I’m still thinking up ways to make you see you are more than temporary.

But can it ever be enough,

will it convince you to give me all your days between black and grey hairs?

I pray it is enough

to satisfy the parts of seek a love that is eternal.