"I love you," I said.
"I know," he said.
"Can we lay down for a while?" I said.
The cotton of his shirt still feels warm on my cheek
(it bore the rebel insignia),
and he said that it pained him, too,
to dismantle our empire.
He had gathered up my belongings
in white plastic satchels before I arrived.
My head drifting in space,
I picked up the bags before I left
"I love you," I wept.
"I know," he breathed.