Do you have a spare breastbone?

Mine was shattered,

By the light of the moon,

Under a canopy of stars.

I drove my Jeep

To the far end of the lake

Looking for you,

Tasting the glory I would know

When our lips met.

Was it panic that set in,

When I saw you outlined in silver?

We’ll have to use it, because no other word has been invented

To describe that flying apart.