Together

Together

If I were on this planet,
and you another, we would
end our day in the same way,

and you would make dinner
and set the table for the children
and ask about their day.

And I would lie awake at night
wishing I could leave tomorrow
where it belongs.

And you would wake
and come downstairs,
as would I,

and we would both go outside—

and when we looked up
into the night—
we’d gaze upon the same star.