Cold.

So cold between the love of these stars.

There’s an end between these specks.

These specks that fill my vision, blinding me with their light.

Light in this dark unlimitless end.

My hands grow numb, my freezing fingers falling dead.

No breath fogs up the sky.

For I am in the sky and no breath escapes my lips.

If I were turn my head, to witness this fragile love between fragile stars, I would.

But I am frozen in place, drifting between these bright lights blinding me.

I escape this fragile love blindly, drifting away.

There’s nothing I could’ve done to return between that fragile love.