the loneliest planet

Earth.
and we are just three here, or four, maybe ten. eleven if you count him as well.
but it doesn't matter, eleven thousand would be the same:
it is always only me,
and you stand here, in front of me,
alone as well, always,
besides without
because there is always only me.

we don't need to talk,
we are animals, you know?
touch me, just run with me,
across the valley,
lets reach the cliff,
and once we get there we will see.
Earth beneath our feet.

last night,
or was it a month ago?
maybe today we had a fight,
was it you,
or was it me?
absurd.
but I came back, quietly.
I know it was me: my voice sounded like silence.
and you accepted my hand, finally:
we were still so lonely,
so very me and me.
fragile.
on Earth.

and so, She disappeared again.