Space

All this time,
and your imagination,
holds you more firmly down,
than gravity.

You imagining your fears,
not the possibility,
not the possible fantasy,
of finding another world together.

It could all be true,
and the dark unknown,
and the fear of not knowing,
keeps you from me.

If I were color,
I'd be sun fiery red,
the color of passion,
like when we are in bed,

and yet,

I wonder,
if suns shine,
and no one is there to see it,
do they?

Youandme

You didn't have to be lonely last night,
you didn't have to be anything,
you just had to be,
yourself,
you,
me,
myself,
me just there,
my feelings if it meant anything,
ours, mine and yours, shared last night.