Maybe it was easier to see our light when we were both stars, but I still recognised you in an instant, burning through this dimension, and you still set me on fire and make me explode and implode.
Sometimes the fire of being so close is almost unbearable - and we miss the days when we could watch each other's effulgent magnificence from our own far away galaxy.
Sometimes our humanness clouds over the sun and sucks us from our axis like a canny mundane advertisement for a sitcom we never wanted to see,
and suddenly I'm the woman responsible for all your rage and all your resistance, and you're the man responsible for all my suffering and all the injustice of this pixelated world.
Sometimes, when it all gets really blurry, I close my eyes and imagine what non-existence might be like....
and all I can see are these little points of light, scattered across the galaxy, my soul family, fallen like star dust, so close - close enough, even, to hold you in my arms - and it's for you I open my eyes again, open my heart again, open my mind, and come back...