We can't go back

Of being young
and sleepy.

Of writing my safe word
on your left arm.

Of the promise
we made under the
avocado tree
in the backyard.

Of your light,
smiling face
when in
spit shake
we didn't let go
of each other's
hand.

Of spending
that night awake
watching the stars.

The path we drew
by connecting supergiants
now severed
by  a supernova 
in the Cigar Galaxy.

Our bridge burned down.
We can't go back.

(Read about the closest supernova in 27 years here)