i think back to the day his voice found
mine in our second semester astronomy
class; i asked him         what his favorite
p l a n e t s were and he responded with
"your eyes" and every day that started with
tracing         g a l a x i e s on his back and
coffeeflavoredkisses ended with a three am
phone call from him reminding me that he
misses me, he's t h i n k i n g about me, he
loves me; and my heart   fluttered but it's
filled with moths instead of b u t t e r f l i e s
because i didn't want love       i just wanted
someone to bend my reality and explore
my universe; he was a grounded boy but
he was not the astronaut i was looking for