Dying Stars

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

Subconcious

You haunt the corridors

between my neurons

crafting hiding places in the myelin

sneaking between axons to find

habitation within unknown corners of my mind.

You are quiet, unassuming.

I hardly know you’re there

But you seize your opportunity

walking in my dreams.

Spinning blissful stories

that could never be

I wake with heart torn gently

Please, you need to leave.

But I cannot rid my mind of you

bittersweet memory.

So Far

Every time I drive by

I look down the street

On which my love was born

And yours miscarried.

My heart longs for things

It never had

When I glimpse the picket fence

I used to imagine around our yard

Even now when I see you

My heart hides deep within in my chest

Afraid to show the hunch

Of my many burdens carried.

My soul longs to be held

But more deeply it yearns

For someone to be close

But you’ve always been so far.