You are the last drop
circling around the ice cubes
and I am the fish
at the bottom of the glass
tossing and turning
looking and yearning.

You are a wide net
to let
all my lions out
and I am the metal
you should have used instead.

You are no amount
infinity isn't enough
and I am the stuff
you ***** out with *******

You are a rough that lingers
because you scar,
and I am one, single,
shooting star.