I don’t want space I want you.

And not the you that everyone else sees.

I want you,

To myself.

I want the side of you that’s awake at 5 in the morning tired because your cats woke you up.

I want the you that forces themselves to Tesco and has the best time.

I want you in the middle of the day,

When I know I can’t. 

I want all the versions of you that nobody thinks to want,

The ones you don’t think to offer.

All the yous that are just for me.