At first. We smiled. We laughed. Synchronically.
We danced together, went out for lunch,
played little games to chase away the chills.

The pink lights shimmered down upon us.
You were so beautiful then, and remain so now.
But look at yourself. Look around.

Whose arm encompasses your side? Whose
arm mine? It's not mine. It's not yours.
You've left, I've left, and our
moon lies bleeding
lungs filling with water