ill let go if you do

in another life

you would be more kind

and i would love myself more

and the only fights we have would be over what restaurant we go to that night.

for some reason, in this one, the pieces dont fit

you dont hear me

and i dont see you

and we are incapable of gluing jagged edges together

two stars doomed to string one another along throughout the galaxy

drawn and quartered closely behind the other, continuously sewing the limbs back together just to float by the other

one more time.

but

i’d like to believe

in another life

the stars will align just right

and north will point me right to you, and you to me

and no matter where we are in the universe

we would finally know

the way home.