crashlanding [poetry]

the comet and i.

he was a dancer

who caught the falling comets

in his hands

damn his perfect hands
and let them fly,
attached to his palms
almost like strings of stardust

i was falling, too
but i am sadly not a comet

we fell for different reasons, the comet and i
for though it fell from the

dust and rocks
in this giant sheet of a universe,

i was falling
because of the dancing boy

and his hands full of stars

and he barely takes up any space