Big pieces of me in little hiding spaces
Rooms
Cities

Minuscule compared to dark vast expanding universe
The atmosphere around you
God, I wish I was near you

The sent of pine wood on that old ripped red and grey flannel
Years of camping
Nights spent in hammocks
Twinking stars

That shooting star
A night etched into the soft surface of my mind

Your eyes turn to stardust when you laugh
Forming galaxies never yet explored
For a brief moment I see a glimpse

Big pieces of me in little hiding spaces

The pieces swell as I get farther away
But they don't grow large enough to reach me
Only, they pervade the edge of my mind
The etching starts to bleed
Real blood
Metallic
Dark
Like a wine stain on my favorite white shirt

You boxed it up for Christmas with a sparking gold bow
I stuck it on your forehead and glitter fell into you eyes
And still it was nothing compared to the stardust they’re made of

These moments
Memories
Swell like a balloon filled with helium
If I'm not careful they fly away
Drifting back toward the stars
Where they belong
In your eyes
Your soul

If filled too full, they break, burst, shatter
I've never been able to collect the pieces
Believe me I've tried

Big pieces of me in little hiding spaces

So I go back to the city
The room
The spot where we would talk for hours
My eyes swell
But fill with water
No stardust to be found
My heart shatters once more

You were never mine to begin with
I have to let the balloons fly free
Back to your universe
Your stars
Where they right fully belong