What I do and how
I live and think and whereto
Well, who I am...

Still breathing air
from your mouth and thinking
to be rather us than me

Questions I had, you unexpectedly
asked, so I thought
to be more us than me

Your eyes asked me
without any shield or screen of pretence
to feel who we are, by the sea

you whispered I see myself in you
and I thought to be more us than me
whoever we might be