You

You're the tank top that's cut too low.
The one my mother does not approve of.

You're an atheist.
You've taught me religion.

You are the clouds in the November- except it's October.
You've made me lose all perception of time.

You're the train that I am on.
I look over and you're not there, but you should be.

I swore, oh god, I swore you wouldn't complete me.

I am the lucky one in a million whose eyes fell upon you and who fell in love with you.

You are the "DANGER! DO NOT CROSS TRACKS!"
Except you are only danger and you come with no warning.

You are the hair I am losing due to radiation.
Only that will come back.
You won't.