Hiding

Two people one body

I'll never fully push that thought into the back of my head,
the thought of her and he,
Instead of me, no longer a we.

What is we?
Our names in history books,
At the end of love letters,
Carved into old, worn down trees.
Poems about you and me,
While I wonder if we even are a we.

Our hearts tied together,
woven bandages over each others missing parts, trying to make one another whole.

We will hold hands,
as the waves crash over our heads,
the current pulling us under.

We will drown together,
lifting one up while the other sinks down,
a repeated cycle until all oxygen and hope is lost.

We will close our eyes.
take a breath,
and sink, all forms of energy leaving our bodies.

We will be forgotten over the years,
at the ocean floor, our hands intertwined.
we will look back at the books,
the letters,
the tree with moss.
We will wonder who we are.

So much time spent together our identities formed into one.
You are no longer a you,
I am no longer a me,
They will refer to us as we
but I will still wonder after all this time,
if all you think about, is she