If I were to put a finger
On the reason
That I wake up each day
I could not
Do so.
But now I have found my reason-
And it is not
The reason that I expected.
I would have thought
That after all this time,
My
Reason
Would not have been what you are.
But it is.
And yet,
It is not.
You are not
My
Reason
Though I know you would like to be.
But what you were,
What you
Used to
Be.
That is why I love you.
Because you are
My
Reason.
But you are no longer you.
And again, you will never be.
Goodnight,
My
Reason.
