i am a single entity, enjambed against space
and time—i am one and you are one
but one and one is not two—
one and one is one: one and one is i and I;
one and one is you and You; one and one is we
made beyond a memory: i remember being one
as one with you and frightened of being one as one
as i without I—the you.
one is we and i wish for one.
we are a villanelle, a sonnet, an epic, really;
a screenplay, a one-act play or even
a sermon; you are not dead because we have not closed the curtain:
at least i am pulling to keep it open,
but i might be pulling so hard that the rope will snap.