you promised to pluck the stars from the sky to place between our hearts but oh my, you already held galaxies in your fingertips when your hand touched mine grasped it tight and we thought of home among the shining, shimmering embers i loved you more than all the stars in the sky oh god if you ever came back i would open my heart and the stars would stream out and I could love you again
when my stories stop ending in tragedies, maybe then I could love you again