There are some things about you,
I never would have guessed, like—
How come you pull away to know your existence is enough to make me happy?

Sad how you come take you,
from insufficient pull;
isn’t ‘away‘ oblivion?
to my knowledge..

Your coming from existence is enough to make me—me—go happy;
but why?
Why would you ever do that?;
when the one I have isn’t.