And I could have held your fingertips,
in my palm for hours.
And I could have stood mesmerized for years
by your pupils dilating,
like black holes,
sucking in my soul.
And I could have watched your smile,
as bright and explosive as a supernova,
for a millennium.
And I could have waited forever,
for your heart
like the moon,
filling me with light
and then leaving me in the dark.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.