Talk to me about space About the incredible cosmos About the way we were all Made of stardust, talk to me About the way your hair bleeds colour When you bathe, about your nightmares After an evening with your parents, talk to me About the girls you've kissed and the girls you've wanted to kiss, Tell me about all the things that bind your soul To this dusty rock we call home, For that is where your truth lies. Tell me what you feel about couples having PDA On the subway, if you feel jealous or indifferent, talk to me About the liminal spaces, the coffee shops, cross roads, train stations Where we have a 1 in a billion chance of meeting our soulmates, Tell me about the pain you felt when your brother died, The nights you couldn't sleep because of all the tears That would never fall, because your heart had gone numb. Talk to me about you. No, not you, You. The girl with the cosmos in her body. The you I fell in love with, after all we were made of adjacent stardust. Talk to me.