You and Me?

Poetry • September 2025 • Love's Spark

Art is fluid. Many of my recent pieces have wandered back into the past, tracing old thoughts, feelings, and fragments of who I was. That grit has its place—sometimes it’s where the most potent work lives.

But today, I’m offering another new piece. A story months in the making, written in the present tense of my heart.

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Some of what I write is heavy. Some of it’s light.
But all of it’s honest.
If you like that kind of space, I’d be honored to have you here.

You and Me?

A poem by Drew Gaither

You and me,
are we meant to be?
I simply don’t know,
but I look
to the trees
for some potential
clue.

I’ve been left in blue
so long I can’t
see you
outside the scope
of divine timing,
passionate grinding,
anxiety—
thinking, tiring.

You’ve got some strain
working to flush, to drain.
I’ve got baggage,
always checking,
but yet to all
fly—
fly past the skies
of broken glass,
where bluebirds cry,
doves dive,
and time halts.

Yet, give up?
That I’m not quite ready.
In my mind,
I hold you steady.

Steadfast to the idea
that someday,
you or someone like you
can take me far beyond blue, beyond red,
far beyond my head,
and take me back to
a time
where family was the true med.

So, for every uneasy moment,
every text left unread,
every thought left unsaid,
every secret kept inside,
just know that—
I’m willing to give it a try.
That thing,
ya know…
You, and me.

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