Constellations on my Skin

You traced a constellation on my skin
With your feeble breath—
And it faded into your absence:
Your crippling absence.

How I have pined for your glances,
the evening stars know.
And yet, they only sigh from as far
as you are now from me.

All that remains
Is an unsaid goodbye; an unheard sob,
and a thousand unwritten letters.

How I run away from you,
my dreams know. And yet,
They keep bringing you back
to trace constellations upon my skin
Until I become your universe—

When did your breath fade away
into your absence?

Oh! Your crippling absence!