It was

I wouldn't call it flying or falling
It was a natural high

You matched my steps
I watched you stall
You trip, I fall

We called it "we"
Sparks to fire, stone to gold
Lightning to storms

We took off our masks
I spoke your name
You did the same

If poems are written
And songs are sung
How do they end?

I pause, you stop
How did we start?
Where have we gone?

I was your heart
You were my home.