We talked about being buried one day
Letting weeping willows grow
From our carcass and ashes
We were summer once
Under the stars
Two bodies terrified of being cold
Pressing themselves into the earth
They will not bury us yet
Though we whisper of our own attempts
We opened our minds under the stars
Our hands intertwined
Constellation thoughts
Milky way minds
I saw you
Though perhaps not as you always appear
The self is a shadow
And you passed across my moon