A shooting star lit up the sky tonight.

It reminded me of you.

The cold nostalgia that followed shook me to the bone.

I could see your smile as clear as day and hear your voice as sharp as the night's wind.

The seemingly insignificant celestial body took away my breath and stopped my heart.

A flash of light brought you back to me, and I was reminded, if only for a fraction of a second, of the weight I still carry.

The weight of the promises.

The immensity of you.

But as the meteor passes, I remember the unanswered questions.
The silence.

And the nostalgia turns warm.

She has those Scandinavian
blue eyes framed by a universe

of raven black hair.
she has that back-straight dancer's

walk that says
I'm heads taller than everyone.

she has that figure that makes men
nudge each other when walking

behind her, then stop when she
turns. just stop. and look.

she has that feeling of a woman who
knows she's the safest girl in

the world. *my man can stop the
planet's turning. can keep the sun

from rising. for
me.

We* often *Owned, what We don’t Own.
Being  Possessive, We become Invasive.

                 - We often Neutralize, what We can’t Realize.
                     - Full Realization comes after the Actual Destruction.
Creating our own Ending.



*© Pax