“You and I”

I really loved You
but I was so used
to being
a
singular
letter
I was never
Me

I tried to be
with You
and he said
I, I am Yours
then offered his hand
of letters
cascading in an alphabet
of smiling dances

but I
could not to give
another letter
or else
she would
no longer be

You shed
his r and s
for her to keep
but I could not be
riS or Sir
that was not Me

Black, starless night
I left kisses
in the hollows
of the pillow
next to You
and,
as a
single
soul

I
left
You.