I’m thinking of ending things

[Lammy]

You and I became We,
We built this home out of straws and leaves,
Then turned them into bricks and boards,
All until we were able to build a foundation for Us.

And through Us, our children;
Through our children, a legacy.
But I can’t help but consider the what-if’s-
The potential for you to find another.

Maybe it is the endless thought that bugs me;
Like a leech that never wants to leave-
Or want the means to-
I find myself effortlessly attached to you.
My attraction to you as natural as the blue skies above,
Bound by destiny, interwoven by and with gods,
Woven together like fine cosmic fabric, meshed well and true.

I envy that I did not find a love like that sooner;
I abhor the people that find it young.
But is it truly better this way?

Twenty-two years, and I can’t help but consider the what-if’s-
The potential for you to find another.
Or if I never took you to the mountains of what used to be,
Or if I never decided to show you the many realms.

There are many things that are forgotten by age,
Friends, family, rivals and enemies.
But I can’t forget you;
I wouldn’t know how.