We were
just like a handful of stars
scattered upon an early summer sky.

Droplets,
of golden dust.

Your scars...

And since I didn't know better,
I fell.

Right when you broke
in my arms,
and sighed like a child.

Our matching scars…

Can you understand?

I just wanted to be
the nurse to fix you.

And if I knew,
you were going to last
for a moment only
like dust,

I would've held on tighter.

Us,
nomads of the sunshine,
never grown children of the past.