I can’t go back and look at you the same way I saw you.
Life got in the way. Wounds have healed and scars have faded.
I can’t look back and see the same world.
I’ve forgotten what that star dust felt like.
As it coated our skin and we were glowing happy.
I’ll remember it always, and I’ll miss those days,
as we laid back and got high on the galaxy.
Daring to dream while we sailed on the tails of comets
while our skin turned blue and our lungs filled with ice
laughing all the way.
And now, as I try to feel the same as I once did
I’m haunted by this cloud of nostalgia, and I can’t return.
Days are gone and bathed in the shadows of space clouds.
vague impressions of hope and dusty flickers of life.
I never realized how much I’d miss the birth of time.
Who could ever have known the taste of memories were so perfectly hollow?
Covered in the taint of never more.
An illusion retained in the mirror or forever that graces all that ever was.