The stars smiled upon us,

as if they knew we would soon join them.

We look into each others eyes.

Smiling but tears running down faces.

A first kiss.

And our last kiss.

It is long. Lovers joining from the moon to the sun.

A last year

A last tear

A bottle of arsenic

A blade.

You might call us Romeo and Juliet.

It is the only way.

And we don’t feel pain.

We feel love.