when the stars align

“I’ll see you again,
when the stars align,”
he screamed.

Photo by Blair Fraser on Unsplash

But what if?
What if the stars —
those specks of graphite and iron and who-knows-what —
were never meant to form
into these neat little horses and wagons and butterflies
for people to admire,
to draw out in the sand?

He runs towards me,
his body
fading
into
dust

ust

us.

We were never meant to be.

I try to touch him,
but he’s no longer there.

What if,
what if,
I continue — my voice echoing in the abyss,
Even if the stars don’t align,
those drops of light glimmering in the darkness
remain beautiful, just as they are?
What if they were only meant to be loved by those who understood?

But that didn’t bring him back.

Yet again, he’s right — we were never meant to be.