Mathematics.

We were two great rocks in outer space,
With music rising as we gave each other
Some kind of hopeful horizon.

Fate gave us an interplay,
Collision and coitus
And now, in my head, these two rocks silently crash
They will orbit each other and dance for a while

An aside--
Then, we were not rocks in space
But motley creatures roving woodland surreal
Mystic animals in the bricks and steel

But where was the mad apothecary with the faithful apprentice,
Hiding secret poison under a tattered cloak?

I know they're out there now,
Ending their rendezvous emotionlessly
And only given emotion by a distant poet
Flirting with an idea,
A something called romance.

A rather silly thing, really.
(Just think of the etymology)

And it is in this way that we were reduced to mathematics
That we became two great--
Two rocks of space
Only still
I feel sad sometimes when i think of you
Going into that great distance.

Where are you now?
What are you doing, and
Do you still think of me?

I still have that mark you left on my silent surface--
It looks nice in the starlight,
And I know you still have yours
Until the whole mind and mess is dissolved
And the pages decay in the soils of time.