If I never show this poem
To you, or anyone,
Is that a period.
Or an eraser.

I have come
      and bound the stars into your hands.
My constellation echoes
   Because you are.
I am not just one
          Ruined,
This is devastated
           Dancing around forsaken.
Nothing willing, but consenting.
   And you are, (to me)
Sky and freedom worthwhile and I
Bind the stars to your hands
To mark you my universe.

There is no fault here,
Instead let me catch
Your whisper,
Hold it with mine
Under the skin, almost
Like a love.

Sneaking-
  Why?

Sometimes morning
Needs marshmallows.

Ring rang rung-
Speaking, those bells
Fly.

Why is it
So
Important to tell you
I won't be home
Again?

Incidentally,
I never haunted you.
This truth brings
A full circle tightly closed.
There was a ghost here,
But it was never mine.