For that moment, we were in love.
The stars, the only witness.
I was home when I heard the words you uttered
and the stories you told.
I clung to your every movement,
and you grasped at the silence.
Soon, we divorced ourselves from the idea.
For I was I and You were You.
And for this reason,
We could not exist.
But, I still love you.
You are part of the story I now tell.
I was I, with you.
And I am I without you as well.