Someone once told me

the moon is never wider

than your thumb

And it got me to thinking

of your thumbs and

how calloused and strong

the skin on your hands is

And how they wrap mine in

warmth and ownership

that I am grateful for

More than Aristotle was

grateful for physics

Someone once told me

that the stars tell stories

And I believe they do

So I gazed at the

blackening abyss

And saw a brightening,

a fiery milky way

Of memories

Of us

Someone once told me

that the world

is what you make it

And so I made it about us

About the way you love

me regardless of

flaws and anger

and sorrow

Someone once told me

you can read a person

through their eyes

And I realised

For the first time

That your eyes show me

a story you have written

in your mind of

hazel and green

that could rival Brontë

And a poem you wrote

that could vanquish Dante

About the fact that

we are one person

with more love

than any galaxy could hold

Someone once told me

the moon is never wider

than your thumb

And you’re somewhere

lost, away, too far

And I’m not sure

you can see me

So I think of you

there, wherever

there is and wonder

if we are the same

Or if we love and feel

and think and long

for one another

Differently but equally,

Strong and wholly

each other’s only

one