the entire universe skipping bed
in exchange for a shooting star
(except for me),
he wakes me up at two,
because he can't see East
from any of his windows
and maybe I could lend him
one of my wishes.
At two in the morning
on the peak of Eta Aquarids
we haven't seen each other in ages.
I tell him about my encounter
with Comet Halley in 1986
and how I finally understand
some things are not meant to stay.
some things are not meant to stay.
He continues not loving me,
but that's no longer on my list.
Wide and deep poem about the brightness in our lives! Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines put the lid of the poem so well. Boundless space reduced to the finite nature of human relationships.
ReplyDeleteno one writes of ache like you, Kenia ~
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