her heart belonged
to someone who
was never meant to
stay
even if
he wanted to
and so
then
he was nineteen
she was seventeen
he was a rockstar
she wasn't
the world was
greyscale
but they were
vivid screaming
color
and maybe they just
weren't meant to
be but god
every
single
time
he looked out
the dirty plane
window and saw
flashing
burning
lights
he would think of her
and god
every
single
time
she looked up
at the sky and saw
bright
beautiful
stars
she would think of him
and maybe
they weren't
meant to be
in that moment
but maybe
they would be
meant to be
someday