Strangers, that's what we became.

After long nights spent melting together beneath the blue kiss of the moon; and the warmest days wrapped up in one another, our limbs woven together like soft, woollen fibres. I trailed my fingers across the peaks and bellows, mountains and valleys, of your skin and mapped the constellations written in freckles on your face. I was an explorer, journeying through the vast galaxies within your soul, and I had come to know each of your planets, asteroids, and stars better than those of my own.

Until now, that we had poured such pain and toxicity upon our love.

It was weighed down like an anchor, sinking slowly in to dark waters; infested with underwater mines that were armed and ready to explode. We, the current that dragged it so closely to each explosive, and the blueness that shadowed the ocean deep. We were luminous creatures leagues below the sea-surface; indecisive and unknown. Undiscoverable existents, lingering beautifully where none could go due to a building pressure that was hungry for blood and bone.

Lovers, is what we once were.

And now we were nothingness — but, equally, all things and every thing. Like time, we were endless plains of existence and possibility that looped simultaneously... complementary, but unable to become one.

Separate, though our souls would connect eternally. Our hearts would continue to talk, with unspoken words and unbroken promises. Our bodies would become singular vessels, within them holding everything we were, are, and could have been. Like the sky holds the stars, and the stars form constellations.

Strangers, that's what we became.