Looking back it never mattered anyway
If your sparks grew into a fire or were put out when fanned;
You were the northern lights and I was the north star,
baffled by your outrageous glow as you danced before my eyes.
Closer, I thought, closer
Yet I couldn’t help but drown in the distance between us.
Won’t you stay a while with me?
Your laughter slips through my fingers like sand,
scattered like soft petals in the wind.