but I'd let us be in the room together.

It was hard at first because of how we lived;

you were standoffish; I had kids.

We fought, we yelled, we misunderstood,

but when one of us couldn't reach the offee,

the other one always stretched.

We never moved it to a different shelf,

even though if we had you could've reached it yourself.

You sulked, I hid; you didn't, I did,

but in the end, whenever I see

those hesitant eyes staring back at me,

I give in.

You stood alone in that barren room

and I decided

that an empty room filled with you

was one I could see my future in.