I know you still dream of space,
as if there’s more hope
where the stars are
and no distance between us.
I’m sorry I had to leave.
We both know making homes in heartbeats
only lead to clichés,
like standing outside your window,
crying in the rain.
I swear, in another life, it’s us
who get to spray paint
our initials on a wall.
but for now, please know that your world
is not a bad one to be in.