For one another

my wingman and woman

in this class
you have been my
study notes.
I write you like an exam,
read you like a love letter,
and in you is a course outline.

how you’d be so mighty by yourself
and be an ant in this colony.

one subject, a thousand theories.

in this library
with you as my favourite shelf
with or without the dust.
too many books you have become to me,
too many dark streets, you’ve lit,
too many candles we’ve put out
together

my wingman and woman.

/liː.ɒnl ɛtʃə/