I don't think I'll ever tire
of writing out my heartbeats
in letters and poems to you.

but sometimes the days demand of us
that we must pack up our things
and surrender to sleep.

and so I leave you with this -
a quiet reminder
that you cannot always see the stars,
but they are your soul.

so close your eyes,
breathe, listen
to the supernova
thumping in your chest.

dream.