i hold one last constellation of you in my hands
filled with the dying stars of love
and the riveting aurorae once hidden behind closed eyelids like untold dreams
coursing through your celestial body before projecting from your fingertips like multicoloured lightning

they danced in snowy regions above lovers that imitated them with glee
silently asking to forever feel this complete
praying to those aerial lights like one would wish upon a shooting star

speaking of shooting stars, you were the mastermind behind those as well
because every aspect of you was magical, filled with dreams and hope you selflessly passed onto others

you plucked white roses from the queen’s garden
and with your angel’s kiss transformed them into star-cut diamonds you’d launch into the air

we’d catch them winking at us before they broke through the atmosphere
painting the crystal sky with white lines as they began their journey through space

some carried wishes you’d share with me
others never wished upon for reasons unknown

but those memories are just that: memories
a forgotten passage to the expanse above no longer accessible

because you own the entire universe
and i was a fool to think you would ever consider me to be the centre of it

because you own the entire universe
and i am just one small luminary in the vastness of it

you own the entire universe
and like those shooting stars, you were never meant to stay.

© NEMESIS