Celestial Thread

Is it really paradise

if we do not share it?

Yet you speak of it

with a silver tongue.

Are you truly growing

in the place you can’t get hurt?

Ask yourself

if your angel is beside you

as you ascend

the endless mountains

that bring you closer to the stars.

Does it compare

to when we lived among them?

I want to know

at what age you tucked away

your idea of love

in your inner child’s toybox.

In what city

did you hone your elusiveness?

In which body of water

did you almost drown in

to achieve your depth?

What book taught you that

it’s better to be a mystery?

Would you believe me when I say

that it’s harder

to give up on a dream

than to go after it?

When you are alone,

can you hear how loud

the silence is

of our expectations?

We could both change our lives with

the one conversation we won’t have

but

I could tell you the coordinates

of where I first kissed you,

I could tell you I sit alone

and admire the night sky

tracing the constellations

the way I did to your jawline.

I could point to the faintest stars and

it would feel like you are farther away.

But I tell myself

we are not defined

by the miles between us.

I could tell you

in my quietest moments

that it’s you

and always will be

and I know you still

feel it too.

I’ll never forget the day

when you told me

we were

cosmically connected.