Bound in Binary


“Would you change for me?”


“Would you change for you?”


Have I really changed for you

in any way

that I didn’t want to?

I don’t understand you.

I don’t understand us.

I don’t even understand myself,

but I’ll be sure to ascribe

some higher moral motivation

to my rationale

and my actions,

than I do to yours.

What a strange world we’re in.

Two people

out of billions

and we could care less

about the rest.

This singular


means more

than war,

and fear

and death itself.

No other thing in life


all the pain,

and guilt,

and shame,

but produces the same in spades,

and begs us to fight for it.

We’ll hurt each other

every day,

we’ll get past all the


Come together and be stronger

than life itself,

but break each other apart.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes, I do.”

We are two people

as estranged as two stars,

but somehow,

bound in binary.

You and I.

Me and you.

Somehow this is what we choose

over all the other

stars in the darkness,

our light to fuse.

Into one brilliant fire,

which will only last

our whole lives.

What good

is life without it?

I don’t know.

I can’t imagine

life without you.

“Will you miss me?”


“You know I’ll miss you too, right?”

“I know. I just wish

it didn’t end.”



DJR – 2022

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