Me? I was the unnamed, undiscovered asteroid who got knocked out of its orbital circuit. A ball of rock hanging aimlessly in the massive surrounding vacuum; hoping to reach a black hole to get sucked by anything other than the weight of its own atoms.
You? You were the moon. The beloved of the earth. The force behind the pull of the oceanic tides. Friend of the mighty Sun, such that he even lent you his light to diminish the dark void. The simile of earthly love, the infamous character of poems and prose.
Us? It was a universal accident. Evident as the Big Bang. Explosive as the planetary collision. You were strong as always. Got away with just a blister of craters. Me? I got wrecked in million minuscule shattered pieces; a bitter testimony of yet another heartbroken tale.