We hang on to
the vestiges of the past,
such beautiful memories,
clinging to ancient history,
a glimmer of hope.
Part of them lovers lives
in each of us,
and we cry,
we cry inside
to feel them again,
if just for a moment
we are a starburst,
thirsting to be held,
to be held
like they once did,
in our own universe
so long ago.