When I saw you,
Across the empty pool of stars,
Of water dripping through low clouds.
Remember when I held your hand,
Promised.
I kissed you.
I told you,
About when we began.
Passion.
That walk in the park.
Sunlit sky's crumbling to ash.
Universes collapsing as we fell through fire,
Awake.
And we smiled and we laughed and we blushed and we held.
So tight until we couldn't breathe and couldn't speak and couldn't feel.
Our lungs heavy as our freedom burnt.
Ashes.
But I'm sorry we didn't get a chance,
To tell the truth.
And start again.
Instead.
We held our nerve and choked.
Smoke pouring through our fog-filled hearts
And loneliness at throat.
Unspoken.
As we screamed inside. We cannot hear the voice of us.
Too lost. Alone. Too far apart.
The fight to stay once we are gone in parting tones.
Together.
In our hands and skin.
Unzipped and held beneath hidden sheets.
While hearts are left in separate seas.
Remember.
When we used to be?
Until the fights and hate and fire.
And when we knew we'd waited to save us from alone again.
Remember.
Before I found your letter wishing;
We hadn't left so long just hoping
Nothing had to change so we could both belong in hands.
Truth.
You always loved me too.
But knew that I just couldn't give
The life you must've have truly wished.
And now:
I watch you across the lake.
Apart from me. And yet so close.
Alone but not afraid to be.
Because we were not the everything you could have been.