What’s yours is mine

Photo by Majestic Lukas on Unsplash

It’s cold and
this jacket is your sadness and
you’re the air,
my tears, and
your veins flow to my heart and

all of a sudden
we are one.

I thought it was you.

I think a lot of things.

I know one thing-
if the question isn’t
‘ how can I make you freer than yesterday?’
every morning then you don’t love me,
You just want parts of me
in yourself. You, you, you, you , you , and you can only have those parts when we are together;

when we are one.