Then there's the two of us.
This word is far too short for us,
it has only four letters,
too sparse to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish to fall into,
but that fear.
this word is not enough
but it will have to do.
It's a single vowel in this
metallic silence,
a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside.

You can hold on or let go.