i remember a day long past
a christmas morning on a june night
you unwrapped me, your present
and something about you was a little boy again
you stroked your newest possession carefully
i shivered and you laughed
cold, you asked
no, i assured, just nervous
you turned to the west and undid yourself
as the little boy in you died

you turned back to me
and our souls were the only hidden parts left
it was your soul i searched for
as you found mine (i gave it easily)
and i drank in the feeling of you like alcohol
(you were already drunk)
and i became cressida, juliet, isolde
while you were troilus, romeo, tristan
and there was no you and no me
there was only an us
but that was a long past day

you were once me and i was once you
but we are not us anymore
so who am i now
without you