He is celestial
And it's driving me crazy
Because some part of me
Wants to name him Orion
In the hopes that his arrows
Will aim more like Cupid
But of course
That's not how space works.
Time is relative, you know.
Maybe that's why the six months seemed so long.
Maybe it's why these two weeks
Seem so unbearably short
What the fuck am I gonna do
When I lose
Ninety percent of the people I care about
All of them,
Constellations.
And I can't help thinking
Maybe I shouldn't have waited as long.
Maybe we should have started this sooner.
Maybe this idea
Wasn't as dumb as I thought it was.
But I know for sure
Even if he doesn't remember my face
He's A L W A Y S
Gonna remember my name
He's always gonna be able to find himself
In my words
Ethereal Being
Won't you dance with me
One last time?
