80%

80% of my day is filled with you. Things you liked Have somehow become my taste, And things you disliked I avoid them too, without knowing why. I pick out what you'd welcome and what you'd reject, And carve myself closer to your shape. At a single word from you, Even though I know it means nothing, Like adding flesh to bone, I keep adding meaning. I'm getting closer to you than to myself. To explain myself, I bring up your story, And there I stand, in a world drawn by you. The remaining 20% Ultimately fails to reach you, And flows away, nameless. Today, I am left as you.