It Ends With Us

It starts with us.
Us sitting side by side on a moonlit ledge;
You taste strawberries aggressively
The fruit bears all your anger,
Our dinner met with wine and eyes that stare
At everything below-
But not each other.
A sliver of the stars beneath my skin
Like glass;
It keeps the thoughts of you and me
Intact.
In fact, I think the damn stars knew
Before we came
That there would be no sunrise
When we left this ledge.
And there is no way down
In which you're mine,
And I am yours.
So raise a toast, my dear;
It ends with us.