The sickly moon implodes tonight
as it shines
on you and I
and our fists, two
twisted
into only one.

Unbroken tides crash, burn tonight
against legs, intertwined,
of you and I
and my secret
untold
is the only one.

You are broken glass tonight
and you wonder why
only you and I,
without your
Juliet
your only one

are sitting here tonight,
friends for life,
always you and I.
You ask for
her.
She’s the only one.

Speak in silent screams tonight;
there are no lies
between you and I.

Brush away your tears tonight,
but my pulse has died.
It’s never you and I.

“She ran away with
Romeo
because he’s
her only one.”