The muscles in my face,
so used to being stuck in place
as the scowl i forgot they formed,
loosen when I think of you.
this brightness, who pulled me from the darkness,
unafraid even though I was of
what real life was and what
my life, our life, could be as
two people so naturally
becoming our history that
we look back on and say
weren’t we happy?
weren’t we real life?
weren’t we fighting
just to be together?
and then one day
we’ll tell her everything
so she knows
who you and I were
before and after
we became we