You will always be my favorite constellation.
Every night I wander searching for your embrace.
But we are humans,
To travel at the speed of light like stars is to die.
The stars I see are gone, just old light.
I wonder if they were alive and burning when you still loved me,
Or if they are too young
You will always be my deadly nightshade,
I will always be your raisins
in the box of cornflakes.
No one likes cornflake.
So leave me on the shelf to get stale.
And I will leave you in the sky.