Au Courant

galaxies

about the first girl I had a crush on.

freckles,

spread across your face like constellations,

mapping out the road that lies on sun kissed skin

a laugh,

that could sound as sweet and mellifluous as an orchestra,

and equally a cacophony of a elementary school band,

beautiful all the same

a smile,

portraying your happiness,

bright, eager, pure

you flashed that smile at me once,

I was the reason for your child-like happiness,

the levity that pierced through me like a shard of glass cutting through bone,

burying deep into my ribcage,

a constant reminder of you

you laughed because of me once,

I filled your heart with helium,

as you did mine,

and we rose,

we rose into the sky,

hand in hand,

until the city below us was undistinguishable

I used to count your freckles when you weren't looking,

counting the ones on your face, the ones that traced up your back.

Your whole body was a galaxy.

constellations swirled together until they formed a galaxy all their own,

you were millions upon millions of galaxies all wrapped up inside one person

I have freckles too,

but counting them doesn't feel the same when they are your own