Choke Me In The Shallow Water

Sometimes all I wish
is to be a part of
what you're part of.

To wear your words
like a second skin.

To take comfort
in their meaning;
wrap myself
in their warmth.

But these thoughts lack possibility.
Existence in itself is cruel.

Because you are not you.
You do not exist,
as far as this moment is concerned.

And this moment
is all I know.

But if you are not
who you cannot
or will not
be...

Then who am I?