you and me and you

if you leave me
ensconced within this tent
of dreams, I will be looking for
the stars outside

no word could describe
the length of our bodies
never quite touching
yet conscious of the width
in-between them

I am yours and you are

somewhere else.

and so it became,
like the uncurling of a hand raised in greeting,
or goodbye:

you left her
stepping across traffic
I left her
by the blue street with light fluttering down
we left her in the
breadth of air more capable of
holding her than either of us, frankly.