I call you
and it says
'sorry this person is not reachable'.
And I wonder,
is that you
or is it me?

You hold me
and I tell you
'I can't do it'.
You hold me tighter
and tell me
'Yes you can.'

My eyes glazen with tears
and self-doubt.
I wonder
how can you love me
like this?

'This isn't Romeo and Juliet'
It's not even
Juliet and Juliet.
This is not
Shakespeare,
Plath or Woolf.

I don't know
do I have a future?
But I want one with you.