Before you were even you

Remind me, when I’m old and blue, when all that’s left are empty rooms, how much I feared the love that grew before you were even you.

Indulge me when I’m working through, adjusting from the life I knew, where once was one, now three from two, before you were even you.

Forgive me when I’m feeling new, when all I know feels half untrue; what little time to try accrue, before you were even you.

Believe me, when I’m got, I’m glue. Where hopes are few, we’ll hold them too. And I know it seems impossible, but I felt a little clue… the universe reached out to me before you were even you.