Circling the carcasses

I am a traveller, 

 I have traversed

  Into each dimension 

   of my every thought

In some 

 I found you, 

  in a few I 

  And dumbfounded too

You were a wanderer

 A vagabond of sorts

  So you said

   I always disagreed

You were me, I, we

 Two of me, us, you

  When you left

    Then we left too

Ah! paradoxical love

 This misnomer of me

  You were mostly you

   I was love, I am