The idea of 'US'

It is the sound of our names together,

and the trail of echoes it leaves behind.

It is things as simple as those,

that draws my thoughts back to you each time. 

It is the scent you carry,

and the dimples of your smile.

That makes me forget,

all about those stupid fights we had last night.

It is the touch of your hands,

and the memory of my fingers tracing your fine lines.

Which forces me to consider,

if John Keats could possibly be right. 

It is when I see you waiting for me,

standing alone with deep eyes.

I loose all the progress I made last week,

to forget and focus on better issues of life.

So maybe this is how we are,

and how we will be. 

Complicated as hell,

going on and off constantly.

Knowing what we are,

and what we will never be.

A beautiful idea,

more than we actually ever could be.