I could diagram the constellations
with all the places you left your mark on me.
I called you destiny and you called me home,
there was never a space for letting go
between your ribs and my hands.
My hands were strong but you were stronger
so we both pulled till we broke, we had to.
I wish we didn’t have to say goodbye
but it seems we’ve run out of places to hide
and I can’t seem to find a nicer way to put it.
Since I can’t have you, I’ll take the stars you left behind,
close my eyes and pretend they’re new.