A Shower of Stars and I Wait

Memento mori. Remember you must die,

I tell myself every time you look at me like

I am the stars, the sun and the moon. I am just 

sinew and bone, dear, but you swear I have orbit. 

If you could pull away, you’d spin a new course, 

collide a million times with smaller bodies, 

each crater a kiss. Myself, too unyielding. 

Amor fati. Love one’s fate. The Greeks thought 

each burning body was home, was you. I talk 

to you in my dreams like that, like you are still

holding a galaxy together. Can it be enough

to wander that dizzy radius, ever-destined

towards collision? A matrix of strangers making 

their turbulent descent, and your light shining 

always the brightest? My fate is to die. I must love 

this impact the hardest. Until it is breaking. 

Until I no longer can.