You

My life’s purpose
Is like a love lost
Or not found.

Perhaps
We were meant
To meet on the L train
(Like in an Ani DiFranco song)
But I stepped into the wrong fucking car.

Or maybe I reached for you
Merely footsteps away
Just a glimpse of your face,
Doors closing.

Perhaps I moved too slowly.
Or you, too fast.

Who suffers more,
Is it you or I?
Am I less without you?
Are you less without me?

Perhaps
There is no you.

And perhaps
There is only me.