It was never just us and the moon,
There were always things in between,
The mist November breeze,
Espresso smokes filling our noses,
The sound of dog barks and laughter,
The static noises coming from our tv screen,
Then there's us,
Separated by infinities,
And when we touched,
I swear to the night,
There was something there
More terrifying than the endless unknown.
