Just one in fact
If you look hard enough
It will tip your world
To think that one can only be
Without you or exuberantly with you
I saw and went
Now knowing no other one
The you in your absoluteness
How awful is that without
Gone and spent spinning
Raw and of want for you
For something of you
In a space too large and separated
To be left in that without
Too far across for words
To be apart with the thought
Of only you exclusively
Too weathered is the world
To grow in separateness
Knowing there is only you
