You and I sat together that one afternoon
when the sun was drying your face
because you'd been crying
over a bloodied knee and a loose shoelace.
It's funny that we sort of had to lose each other, I said.
In what way? you asked me,
so I grabbed your hand and squeezed.
Well, how else would we have found out
that we're both looking for who we are?
and then you told me
that this was a day that nothing mattered
but you and I
and that darkening sky.