I wish I was a God, so I could experiment in the heavens.

I’d lift up planets, and lay them down somewhere to rest, like the way I used to carry her to bed.

I’d kiss the sky with half as much passion as I used to kiss her, to send a million stars exploding into magnificent supernovas.

I’d brush away an asteroid belt the way I used to brush her hair, so that the light of my distant Sun gives me the warmth her eyes once did.

I’d see her very being, all the components used to create her, brought together in what I’m sure was a beautiful and awesome event.

I wish I was a God, so I could let my love for her out in a way that would create life and hope.