When people ask me about me and you
I answer: "It's complex."
I don't have a better answer than that.
We have vague mumblings about the future
but both you and I know better
than to put all of our eggs
in one basket.
You have not committed,
and I'm terrified of falling.
I wonder how long we can live in slow motion-
if we'll eventually get agitated and run full speed
ahead
or away.
I guess, my darling,
this depends on you.
