“If the universe was more celestial than theory and technicality,
you would be the Sun,
and I?
the moon,
mere space rubble,
waiting to be illuminated by your presence.
A collection of asteroids clash,
Showering meteorites,
And even Halley’s heart melts.
You make Earth, Pluto,
Billions of people
deprived of you,
Stuck in winter,
missing what they never knew,
forever craving the idea of you.
you swear
on Jupiter or whatever god you believe in,
I’m different,
but I’m no one,
another fan, 93 million miles away,
still imagining our fates intertwined,
like every constellation,
spelling out your name.
And there goes the story
of nobody’s star.
