Before you were even you

Remind me, when I’m old and blue,
when all that’s left are empty rooms,
how much I feared the love that grew
before you were even you.

Indulge me when I’m working through,
adjusting from the life I knew,
where once was one, now three from two,
before you were even you.

Forgive me when I’m feeling new,
when all I know feels half untrue;
what little time to try accrue,
before you were even you.

Believe me, when I’m got, I’m glue.
Where hopes are few, we’ll hold them too.
And I know it seems impossible,
but I felt a little clue…
the universe reached out to me
before you were even you.