It was you - Poem

Traveling down the road i found someone holding my arm.
It was you.

Sitting with me in peace through the traffic feeling secure.
It was you.

The journey continues a bit to tell us that we have a few common thoughts.
It was us.

It continued a bit more to tell a few were also not.
It was us.

People made us nervous to had cracks in the wall, someone put love filled plaster in there.
It was me.

Someone held you tight not to hold u back but just to let your mind be sane from the evil world.
It was me.

Situations made the plaster wet, to just see if we could together hold!! I believe we could be through these.
This is my story as yet to be told.