Before You Go... | Poetry

I found myself craving
the feel of your arms around me
every time I lay by myself,
basking in the tristful nepenthe of the dark,
wondering when our stars would collide;

And now,
all I'm wishing back
is the moment when my conscience told me
not to hope beyond my limits;
not to stray into galaxies I was never meant to traverse;
I wish I had somehow paid more heed
when it told me
that our stars were never meant to cross.