If we were fonts
I’d be calibri and
you
would be Times new roman
who juts out,
with quirks on letters,
but I’d put you in bold.
To compliment my itallic slant
on life, the world through my eyes.
We’d sit on a page
side by side
sometimes above
and below
sometimes we wont be on the page at all,
because words aren’t needed.
Sometimes we’ll
fall
slot into words
you’d takeconstants
me, vowels
create anew font.
And call it ours.