My favorite memories with you reside in the cosmos. They happen at night when, with a backdrop of stars in the distance, your eyes follow me and aim directly at mine.
Inevitable - those eyes are like comets.
They aim directly to my world. Do I refuse or do I surrender?
If I abide, they’d collapse and tear apart a piece of me. They would provoke a new moon to arise into my orbit. A new moon - renderer of my emotions.
Or should I ignore them?
As if I could ignore two of the most beautiful stars. Those dilated pupils. Reflections of my soul, a captive in your universe.
I have lived in all kinds of microcosms, and yet I would love to still visit yours.
I can only ask you, the Sun, and the Moon, for precious patience.
For today, I must tidy up my stars.