In the span of a conversation, you gave me the universe
It was pillow talk, cuddled up, we talked about the galaxies,
It was sharing the passenger seat of my car, debating about stars.
In the span of a weekend, you gave me ever after,
And I gave you stories and support and humor and care-free,
The first lines of Chapter 1, dreams and plans
So when you left, you left me the night sky, only, the constellations had diminished,
And I left you with pages & the index of a book we never finished.