It’s you

When I tear apart,
I see a man,
my verses sit inside his heart,

it is better to stand still,
and not, to move along
with words of past,

the man I see would someday be my part,
and someday we would struggle
with our halves,

for I know nothing of his being,
for I fell in his arms
when your reflections were seen,

I move along,
I move along with you.