You were a dying star in a world that could only see the beauty of a sunrise
They sought fiery reds explosions
Expressive, vibrant orange dances
You radiated a shimmering yellow haze flecked with shards of gold
When they couldn’t accept the the grace
of your nuance
You set yourself ablaze with a desperate intensity
Singeing everything in your wake
I recall leaving the lights on before I left
But knowing the silence you sought
I was not surprised when I returned to darkness
You sang frantic, violent melodies into the night
Not to experience the music, but for fear
of the unsung
When you sent your melodies sailing
through my core
I forgave you because the blood
was rare and sweet
During the night, you would leak acrid tears
Dark matter seeping from your pores
I would watch, helpless
Trying, but unable to bind your broken bones with well intentioned string
The thread that turns estranged halves
into inevitable wholes
The force that draws shattered stars together to create new beginnings
We would lay close, not touching
Connected only by doubt and starlight
But when you burned bright
Hot and uninhibited
Fueled not by others’ encroachments, but by sheer wonder of your own existence
Your light would warm the edges of time
Illuminate the very brink of existence
We would lie in fields of asteroids
Linked by the space between our atmospheres
And you would stare into the cosmos and tell me the names of the constellations
As if they were old friends.