There is no thing to be said between us. We could say i love you but i love you is known, in binded tome. Abstract metaphors seek a form of us, but it wasn't us, i love you, and us
We could wait and do things without each other, a while to tumble, thumbs down, thimbleful or fall, if at all. But by pause in claws in; retracted to be free, please.
Once forgot what a lot this is. Not it is not enough to last but invisible and indelible, impacts, then pass. No star to reach for; here and gone, at once.