summer

star-crossed

some things were never meant to be

i met you
once upon a dusk
in the parking lot of a
battered motel
outside of the city

squatting on the
tire-treaded asphalt,
with a jar
full of fireflies, because
you had
"just captured the stars"

i laughed then.

but

i fell in love
with you

with the
speckled gold
that clung to your lashes
like stardust,

the way your eyes
were a telescope to
the universe.

"i have to go"

you said the next morning.
weeping, i reached blindly for you
but i only felt the bedsheets

and

the cool glass dome of a night sky.