But we are lovers, aren’t we?
All of us creatures made for longing.
Fussing about in a world trying to convince us otherwise.
We fill our lives with things, but mostly people,
people who care about our nightmares
and wish for us when we’re not there.
And we all just hope, openly or secretly,
that one of these people will wish for us enough
and ask us to always stay nearby,
to go as lovers go. Together.