I heard a whisper of your
voice
in the empathy of
another

I excavated her
soul
for a thread of your
spirit

to hem the frayed
edges
of our torn
fabric

only to recover
lint
in the corner of my
eye

She was like the moon, and I the stars
For sometimes she'd disappear
Behind the black clouds
And sometimes
I would do the same.
But the moments we'd share
Together in the sky
People would gather around
To watch us in awe.

And we'd still be there
When we couldn't be seen
So close together
Yet millions of miles apart.

For she was the moon
Constant, beautiful
And I was the stars
That lived and died
Just to be reborn in her wake