My Pronoun ...

'He' is not good enough.

I've noticed in moments over the years.

          First when I saw my shell

                (“I don't even know how to be with her.”

                 “I'm kind of an avoidant friend.”

                 “I'm afraid to let anyone in.”)

          And friends taught me who I was

                (“I don't think you've ever been in love! Sorry.”

                 “Don't 'should' other people. Understand them.”

                 “You're really bad at taking compliments.”

                 “You're too kind. It's hurting you.”)

          Then I let the world break me open

                (“How do you live like this without drugs?”

                 “I love you, and every love is a stepping stone.”

                 “You seek emotionally unavailable women.”

                 “Who lets you go? You are magical.”)

          And then I felt myself in us

                (“How did you put up with me?”

                 “Because I'm grateful you exist.”)

Full of everyone.

“I” was never good enough; never

why I wanted to exist.

          “We” was why,

          “for us” a good reason,

          “ours” something worth keeping.

“How is he doing today?”

  I'd rather not be.

“How are we doing today?”

  We're smiling now—

How are you-with-me?