crashlanding [poetry]

loss.

imagine
the heavens opening up

and showering their best, most brilliant stars
tearing through the dark sky
and dancing through the air
just for you

now, imagine
your skin being seared
by their white-hot flames
as the beauty of the night
grows cold and stings your body

imagine being burned by the stars
the same stars
that promised to shine for you

that is how it felt to lose you