"Are you a fire drill,
A false alarm,
Or are you the real deal,
An entire flame?
If you're not made for me,
Who're you supposed to be?
How could I be mistaken,
When you deeply felt like my only?
How was I so completely taken,
You and me, 'A & D',
Could've been carved on a tree,
We believed in endlessly,
Like those cheesy films I used to see.
I think You, till you meld into me,
You don't own this heart,
Yet you walk in,
I can't keep you apart;
Out, in. Again.
Cutting you off hurts you,
Then it comes for me too.
Baby I can't anymore,
But something small and burning tells me,
It's our solar system you're made for."

~ To my astronaut, always (07.11.23).

© Abigail Sim