You were born 6 years before I was. In those 6 years, and a trillion years before that, I was floating up in space All light and bliss and orbit, No grief or hurt or bitterness, all poetry And no language, not a single need For words like forgiveness. I was up there making snow angels In the star dust When i glanced down and saw you on a playground Shy as a comet, chewing on your hair. I turned to the Milky Way and said I found her. Get me down there. The first time we were face to face It was a Sunday in New Orleans. Holy as you are, i'm pretty certain You were high as a kite. And i wanted to be the key Tied the end of that string catching all of your electricity. When I finally got the nerve to kiss you We were in the Colorado desert Beneath the same night sky You would point to the months later and say, Baby, We could make any of those specks of light The Big Dipper if we drew the lines right. I suppose it was all that possibility That made us both so bad at actually knowing Where to draw the line. Me, running down the street chasing your taxi, Crying at the top of my lungs. I mean The absolute rooftop of my skyscraper lungs. You deboarding the airplane With your suitcase still on it, Racing back home to find my heart A burning piano. We were never easy We never slept like rocks Without worrying we would wake like volcanos? We could be so explosive I started thinking a good day is a slow burn. But then we would start talking about the ocean I remember how the salt curled your hair, Or how you blushed in the kitchen When the radio show On the stereo started making you cry. I got so desperate to learn How people reach each other I couldn't stop running around Cursing our city for the day it started burying The telephone wires underground. For that crushing first fight When we spent all night trying to gather the wine Back into the grape For every promise we broke Like bread in hopes of feeding ourselves better The last time I watched you paint your toenails in my bed I remember the first time I heard someone say Half the stars we see in the sky are already dead Maybe that's what happened Maybe we were already gone Before we ever met