Lying down on the coarse grass,
people encircling us
but we are alone.

I'm looking up at the sky
and you're listening,
trying to hear the world move.

You tell me a story.
Something about your day
and I'm still looking up.
Laughing at all your dry
clever remarks
and pausing to think at the
memorable things you say.

We've become an entity.
With you, I can feel alone
and also one person.
A piece of beauty
so fleeting and so new.