you are the island and i am the river,
wrapping watery arms around your
ever-changing shores.
you are the time i spend alone,
i am the time i spend with you
(it's the only time i feel alive anyway).
i am the glass but you are the wine,
making me half-full even though i
feel half-empty.
i am the radio and you are the
headphones, the whole reason i
can hear anything at all.
i am the pen and you are the words:
the only reason i write.
i am the mind and you are the memory,
the only one i won't ever let myself
forget.