Yours is yours

yours is yours

and mine is mine

similar

but different from each other

like every drop of pouring rain

never is like one another

taking yours

to make it mine

gets heavy on my shoulders

they feel like a fence in a thunderstorm

steadiness eventually molders

so I get up

and give yours back

making space

to focus on mine

while holding your hands

just listening

I realize that's perfectly fine