I pushed my pinky and thumb to the sky
with my fingerprints pressed against one star to the next
and I told you that this was how you measure the distance between stars.
I said that the length from point A to B
was the equivalent of 1000 lightyears
and maybe it took that long for me to get to you in another lifetime.
I remember how you were always at the same place
and same time as I was
and how it meant nothing then
but a sign now.
I was always told not to believe in destiny
because the universe would take care of it
but I think this is the closest I’ll get to believing in fate.
So we performed for the cosmos
where the hilltops could barely brush its lips
against the skies
and the city lights applauded for us.
I remember how careful your hands were
when they encased my waist
as if you were the only art gallery that could own this masterpiece
and how I never could love an artist
but I so badly wanted you to trace my skin with yours.
You pirouetted into my chest with the way your gaze painted words unsaid into mine
and I remember how your nose felt when it tickled my own
then you exhaled the word ‘patience’ between our mouths.
You weren’t ready for fireworks on our lips
but I was eager to know how an explosion would feel like.