We looked up at the stars,
squatting in an empty parking lot
wondering and exploring,
the boundaries between you and I,
the secrets in the truth.

 Words came out, playful and unsure.
And just as the sky was laid out before our eyes,
so I wanted to lay all of me out in front of you,
in neat piles like an organized suitcase sprung ajar for you to sort through
 and return the pieces to the places where they belonged.

 I wanted the words to fall out like freshly laundered clothes,
 but instead they came in messy piles
 of painful truths and past mishaps scattered across the floor,
 for you to dissect,
 rearrange,
 and make yours.

 In the end you packed my bags

 and I left wishing I had packed yours too

 But the boundaries between you and I


 Were more vast than the distance between all of the stars in the night sky.