maybe in another universe,
where the sun and moon
would seek comfort
in each other
every once in a while,
there was an us.
in this universe,
i wouldn't have to wish
upon a shooting star
for you to be next to me.
the only galaxies
i would get lost in
were the ones
in your twilight eyes.
we were nothing,
but star-crossed lovers,
patiently floating away
in the endless milky way.