In the distance she heard a cry, it masked its own contradicting whisper.
She ran to where the matches lay.
Picking them up, she came.
With her match, she lit me up like a cigarette, allowing me to burden her with my toxic smoke.
Like a superhero, she comes right when she’s needed, fixing everything, never allowing herself to be fixed in return.
She bore my scars like she knew where they came from.
She was my bullet in a gun, she was my aim when I had non, the ground was shaky underneath, but she held it still.
I’m thinking, getting her back was one of my greatest wins.
We lay entwined, listening to the dawn’s chorus.
When she’s with me, this reality is surreal.
She stroked my fingers and smiled.
The one that told me everything her words couldn’t.
I could wait forever in her smile.
“Look up.” She whispered.
I looked up.
Her soul had written us in the stars. It happened long before this old world was born. We happened long before this old world ruined us.
And I couldn’t breathe.
She turned and said, “Are you alright?”
I must be fine, because my heart’s still beating.
I had no unspoken words to covert or hide from her anymore, I had no mask, no sad eyes smile she didn’t seem to see.
Us being here was never an accident, she had all of me through and through.
“I spilled my secrets to the moon, and she gave me you.” I told her.
Breathless I smiled at the moon, but she too couldn’t speak in happiness.
Because, looking up that night, every star in the universe became my story.
She would wait a lifetime for me, at least that’s what the dark told me.
And I knew that as much as I knew, I had already waited through all of my lifetimes for her.
Once upon a reality, my grip came loose and I let her slip away.
Once upon a dream we wandered hand in hand, slipping back into each other’s souls making peace with our mistakes.
For a thousand hours, would she silently read our story to me. Using the sky for the words she couldn’t say.
Until her throat could fight no more and she would grow as silent as the night.
The rumble of her voice, would coax me to sleep.
To dream again, finding a peace I seek in me, in dreams I had, full of thoughts of her.
So I slept, teasing her with silent breaths.
I slept; reminding her our best was yet to come.
She had no choice but to wait, awake.
I know I said it once before but it bears repeating, I think getting her back was one of my life’s greatest wins.