Space

Space

I only wanted to tell you
how good it feels
not to be alone.

So much difference
and yet so little space,
as if we had to make ourselves smaller
just to fit beside each other.

They forget who they are,
yet cannot bear
those who remain themselves.

Do they not know
that stars are unreachable?
That you don't have to understand them
to look at them?

Maybe that is all
I wanted to tell you:

that I don't need to know everything
when you are here.

That the world is big enough
for us not to hold each other captive,
and dark enough
to still search for stars.

And if everything we are
is, in the end, beyond understanding,
if even the stars
will never answer us,

then I can
at least still say:

I love you.