do your hands understand the laws of space?
they seemed to find the stars even when the lights are out.

in all the universe, you found my small galaxy & held it with your nimble fingers.

I felt it in my core where my sun lies, dim and weak, waiting to ignite

why the core?

why does something tender strike so deep?

when you let go, did you reflect on your work? I mean, you left a hole in the universe…

did you ever stop to marvel at the vast emptiness?

how could you walk away, how could you hold me and not see my colours?

of all the hands that have felt the warm touch of your fingers, was mine not worthy?

it was cold, limp, brittle and breaking by the burn,

but I held on, knowing deep down, in every star, that it wasn't enough, that you would eventually let go

and so you did.

leaving me floating in search of another star to devote myself to.