and though our tongues may not share a kiss
nor our throats speak with the same laughter
I will content myself that we still share some things:
the sun that shines upon you may shine upon me, sometimes
likewise the moon, the stars
the waves and the rain that travel from your shore to mine
the thin wind whispering through the leaves and tousling your hair
like a wished upon shrine
carries with it the remnants of my words:
I loved you,
I only loved you.