Dear Husband

 

I don't know what  it is between us,

That holds our thoughts in unison,

Should I call it being in love 

Like the rest of the world does,

Or is it something else,

Without a proper definition.

For the rest of the world to fall in love,

Which marks the beginning of a feeling,

But I don't remember my being 

In this world sans your being,

I don't reckon my existence prior to yours.

It had to always be you.

Not you and me. But Us.

It had always been us.

Ever since I could legibly think.

You didn't arrive. 

We were born in each other's thoughts.

Neither did we ever leave that paradise.

The word doesn't exist between us.

We stayed. You stayed. I stayed.

In all those days when I was not myself.

You stayed. 

And we were so right for each other.

So right that we couldn't be anything but Us.