he says..i say

he says -
you are a part of me
and i say -
as long as i am not your appendix
something you can cut off
and still not feel the loss

he says -
i think of you every second
and i say –
i think of you when i miss you
and i miss you when i think of you

he says..

and i say….

but when he holds me in his arms
there is no more he and no more i

does it matter then,
what he says
and what i say?

when all that separates
us from each other
is just the skin we are in