Cold

Your hands
clasping my waist

Your lips
grazing my cheek

Your eyes
focused on mine

And I
can feel the heat

So why
am I so cold?

Stars

I saw some stars in the sky
and wondered if one could
be mine.

So I reached up, put my
finger on the brightest one,
and I thought I had it my grasp.

Because at that moment,
the universe seemed to be
in perfect order,

with the stars beautifully scattered
across the endless sky,
all perfectly connected

like a diamond necklace
but perhaps too fragile.
Everything made sense,

but the constellations shifted
day after day,
and I got lost,

chasing after you.
I am still searching;
I'm just sorry that

I couldn't hold on.