Sometimes I Stop And Wonder

Sometimes I stop and wonder:
Whatever makes me 'me'?
Is it the way my hair falls in my eyes
Making it difficult to see?
Is it my croaky morning voice,
A head engulfed in hair?
Or is it more the things I think,
My worries and my cares.

If all those pieces contribute
To making me be 'me',
Are they what makes you who you are,
And who I wish I'd be?
Your hair doesn't fall, it cascades down
Your perfect chiselled frame.
And even in the early mornings
I'm sure it's just the same.

Sometimes I stop and wonder:
How could I be you?
When my everything is nothing
Compared to all you do.
Your poetry makes mine feel like
A child's aimless scribbles.
Your novels make me weep and laugh,
While mine are simply drivel.

When you sing the world is silent,
Hanging on your words.
When you dance, the air, it favours
You over the birds.
When you kiss me my universe
Is shattered and then mended,
And when I see you in her arms
That universe is ended.

So now I've stopped and wondered,
An answer I have found.
It's not a massive revelation,
Nor is it profound.
It won't change the universe
Or make me feel less blue,
But the thing that makes me who I am
Is that I have known you.


                                            -c.h.f