The soft admiration in your gaze
Was a dying reflection
A light beam deflected
The last reaching arm
of a long dead star.
You first kissed me
Under the midnight stars
Starved breaths of hydrogen
burning hot, and bright
Crafting love in the
Bittersweet light
Here our love was born
Under the light of a dying star
But as you held on
to your love for her
Ours wasn’t love at all
It was the lingering echo
Of beautiful cities past
Ringing in trace heartbeats
Still in rhythm since their collapse
But now the debris has settled
To show a winding but unwalked path
Maybe our stars will align again
Without the shadows of our past
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