A billion suns burned, a million stars remained. White hot lances seared through her heart, the cauterisation and smoking remained.
There are adventures and misadventures to be made each day, the paths we’ve walked, and the path we stray.
Hands lingered, fingers held, palms cusped together, haplessly breathing for something new.
So lips entwined, eyes are closed, void to the darkness in the world.
A million suns, a thousand moons, two worlds exist but one with you.