I can’t help but look for your footprints on the floor,
look for you in the mirror.
Are you real?
How did we happen? How did we get drawn in
like moths, drinking in the radiance we each provide?
Even if we can’t sustain importance without one another, I swear
I’ll think of you always.
I want to give you, give us
a name for what love has us do—
I want it named like the sunrise, for how we feel.
I want a word that doesn’t exist
in this language, but I can’t seem to find one in which it does.
You are the star in the sky that gives life to others,
and I am the shadowed side of the rock that hides
from everything in its sight. I just reflect
you and pretend it’s my light
I’m radiating.
I’ll push and pull, and we’ll sway in this song
of tug and touch. When I feel your face,
I hate the heat.
Until there’s nobody left,
we’ll dance the same dance
every day and tumble into each other’s
arms. Oh, I’ll miss you
when we’re stars in the
sky.
