This is not really a poem so much as a small sentiment that popped into my head and helped me through tough times in which someone who might have been “the one” slipped right through my fingers. It may not follow poetic structure, but it is a love story, and i believe love is poetry.

I fell in love for the second time during the hottest week of the year. The sun in the sky felt far away and so small. He was close, so he seemed so big, which might’ve been the reason he approached me in the first place. It didn’t take much to make my heart race like a star across the galaxy, just a simple brush or glance. But, one night, he was gone, just as the sun in the sky.

I often imagine the other suns in the great beyond. Do they have an earth like ours? On that earth, Is there a girl who falls too easily for a boy who shines like the moon and illuminated her darkness? What is different for them, on the other side of the galaxy? Did they fall in love during the coldest week of the year? Did they live close, or were they able to keep in touch? Did the alien girl ever muster the strength to, just once, grab his hand? Do they marry, have children, and grow old together? It only takes one thing to change everything.

Maybe, in another galaxy, I will love you all over again.