Category: Poetry

A distant star died,
But its light is still reaching
Some random planet.

When touched by falling drops,
leaves look like
fingers
regaining mobility.

With a little more rain
they could play
an invisible piano.

Love that cannot be
Is also love,
Trapped in the heart
Like a firefly in a glass jar.
In the night,
Under the covers,
You unveil it—
And it lights up the bed
(Your personal treasure cave)
With a faint blue tinge
Of bittersweet
Resignation.

Please
Grant me the blessing
Of a thirty-second glance
Into your pixelated
Face—

And if it’s not
Too much to ask,
Honor me with a lie
And say
You miss me too.