You, but not you as you were
at the start, my other self
I wanted to know, more
than know also be, joined
as one, now as then,
but different too, still young
but clearer now, almost ready,
so when we gaze at each other
from across the room
we want to say again,
Take me, as if all our days
were one but we had aged
for a reason that lies at the heart
of a secret we cannot tell,
except for some humming
and a little whistling
on the hardest days.