We were once told that we are the missing part of someone else with an empty heart and a lost soul, taking the absurd, roaming around the world as barely whole.
And as I look at two points, a double vision meeting the one'******, unwaveringlyβ a north star, perfectly aligned upon the night sky. An anchor to a heart, it is engraved deep in waves, tumultuously enfolding each fleshβ a longing as to be found in the wilderness, a pillar as to be run into, safely.
And though my love clung to a myth, bounded to a constellation embodied us and traced in our palms, they will remain a story from the past.