Every story starts somehow

But I can’t make out the beginning of ours 

I’m not dumb

I know there was a time before us

A time when it was just you and just  me 

Not together but apart 

But when I try to picture it 

I’m reminded that my brain is an old weather beaten tool box

That’s only unlocked by your kisses 

And all I see is just you and me

Not apart but together

And I wonder if it’s the same for you

And If it isn’t 

I wonder if you can tell how it is for me

I wonder if you know I see you in the faces of strangers when we’re apart 

I see you in all the best parts of my day 

I see you in the darkest nooks of my heart

I see you

only you

I wonder but I’ll never ask

Because my heart is an over extended, torn bag held together with crazy glue

And perhaps that’s the only clue 

That before I lived for you, I lived

But if you ever wonder

 If you ever have doubts  

you can ask me who you are to me

I’ll say I’m a bent, near broken, out of shape, little steam engine with rusty wheels

And you’re my coal

You move me, my love.

You move me.