are you taking care of yourself?

you had wings and i was jealous of their beauty.

i longed for them, but my hands never reached you from the ground i melted into / the sky is so cold, so empty

but i watched as you were free, dancing with galaxies and greeting black holes, spacial anomalies / and you became the warmth when there was no sun, then you became my sun

your elegance, your fluidity / something more than a sparrow but no more than an eagle given a gift that it did not take as such.

you were the stars i watched at night, twinkling in my eyes and framing my tears in the moonlight / my sun, carefully placing those paintings with every droplet rolling down my cheeks so that i might have been reminded that she was my anchor

as i could not join you, freedom trapped behind my shadow, you effortlessly placed parts of me in your museum, watching them carefully with me every night so that no thief stole them away.

you showed your love in ways that i understood / and that was enough.

but was it enough for you?

icarus with his flame, i could not hold you when you cried / you would burn me, and in turn you suffered in solemn singularity. i could gather your tears, but i do not have a sky to hold them in as you did.

you grieved in a way i could not comprehend, and our game of telephone ended when the red string snapped from strain. / i watched as your wings, so frail, folded under the harsh winds, and you fell.

but you did not fall into my arms.