a person
you weave your emotion into
reaching over their shoulders
sharing your time with theirs
laughing, smiling
making decisions from impulse
and cherishing every moment
passing with each dawn
a person you cut
a piece of your heart out for
only to have it stolen
bleeding into history
their body straying away
floating slowly in space
until the paint of reality
heavy, black
strokes over its color
that personal connection
static with your communication
the people you love the most
will hurt you even more
when you know
their lives don't orbit you
loyal and true
like the celestial bodies above
you don't see them
for who they are
because you'll spend more
precious, scarce time
remorseful in memories
as they circle you
like fireflies in the dense
pulsing and eager
to remind you
what you've lost