Gallop

It was different with you.

My eyes scanned your galactic face and landed on the crater that is your smile.

It illuminated, but in the wrong direction.

She didn’t love you like I did.

Her arms didn’t cocoon you; envelop tight enough for you to bloom

And blind the universe with your beauty.

God, you were beautiful. A stallion horse had nothing on you.

But like most majestic creatures, they aren’t real for too long.

I guess this is how it ends.

My heart is now caged in horse shoes, in case it still has any luck at love again.

Until then it will gallop back up to that galaxy and wait for another shooting star.

If one even exists.