Parkland Press

Saturday, April 4, 2020

HIGH SCHOOL

Wednesday, April 17, 2013 by apollo in Focus

the summer our lips met, we were

two bright celestial bodies. sprawling constellations

pulsed tightly above our heads and

i knew them like the way i memorized

the galaxies that coursed through your upturned palms.

you still cannot fathom why, but

please know this:

our entangled fingers held

every nook and cranny of the milky way.

and i could have sworn

we were vaster than any cosmos, but

everyone knows the tide changes

with the gravity of moonshine. now

you are light years away,