I wished upon a golden magnetFor another chance to pull you close.Closer to the Qi of a shooting star,Where gravity malfunctions, andChemistry…
This is what’s inside your body:Stars — white stuff, brown stuff.Stuff of every color.
Starshine woke me,Luminous skyReminding me
No blink nor winkShe went, this starof my now-vacuumed sky unmarred
No chance nor glanceShe gave, this starto my now-emptiedeyes unfulfilled