The Absence of a You

There are countless stories written

Poems spoken

Lyrics sung

That speak of a “You”

In relation to the “Me”

The artist crafting tales

Of their heartbreak

Of their love

Of their life lived

With “You”

I have never had a “You”

Outside of unrequited ones

Nor have I ever been a “You”

For anyone I’ve known

I read the stories

Speak the poems

And sometimes sing the songs

Not truly knowing what they mean

When they talk of “You”

The years go by and I

Always thought a “You” would come

I’ve been waiting decades now

With nothing to go on

I came close once

They were almost “You”

But the scales were tipped

Too far out of balance

I think that is what defines a “You”

The balanced give and take

Of the love of which they speak

In those creative ponderings

I have always given

To my potential “You”s

But not received it back

And as time keeps its wander

I begin to think I won’t

Ever feel that magic

I’ve heard and seen others make

I know that I don’t

Need a “You”

To live a life fulfilled

But just once

I’d like to know

How it feels

To be someone’s “You”