We are like ghosts aren’t we?
I swear I can feel you standing beside me, your breath in my ear.
I turn to look, and find nothing. Empty space. Emptier heart.
I wait for a kiss, a touch, a sigh.
It never comes.
In some way, you are mine. In some way, I am yours.
We are stars. We are in the same constellation. But not the same orbit.
You revolve around me, and I, you.
Somehow, some day we will collide. Like those stars in the night sky. We will collide. And we will set fire.