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,...