You.

You.
Y.
O.
U.
You.
Three little letters, broken down to mean what?
Two vowels and a third, maybe?
Meaningless in and of themselves but
when put together are a creation.
Something bigger than the self
but small enough to vanish in space.
What is "you"?
You are an observer.
The thinker of your thoughts and
the feeler of your feelings.
The speaker of your words and
the breather of your breaths.
You are the energy that sparks up a flame,
the knowledge of the eternally wise,
the river that flows and stays for the ride,
because even when it hurts and you're the thorn in your side
you're also the magic that flows through your veins
you are endorphins casting out painful pains.
You are vibrance.
You are wonder.
You are are everything.
Me.
M.
E.
Me.
I am an observer.
A thinker of thoughts and a feeler of feelings.
A speaker of words and a breather of breaths.
I am you but me.
You are your universe and I am mine,
alternate realities existing in time,
strangers in some ways but connected in others.
At the end of the day you are you and I am me.
You.
Y.
O.
U.
You.
and Me.
M.
E.
Me.
Together you and I become
We.