I guess one day I realized we were spiraling in and out of one another’s lives like meteorites burning dimly in the night, or like moths circling electric lights. You said “look at what’s become of us”, then you were quiet and it dawned on me that if ever I could mend your trust, that trust would not mean anything. I said “Look at us, we’re burning up”, and we saw the embers reduce to dust, and in the end it wasn’t quite enough to have loved and been loved. But I guess deep down I knew we were stil spiraling, because I kept a pinch ashes inside a mason jar, and I hid that jar beneath a layer of masonry and tried my best to run far far far away so I would never let you down again.
A lifetime passed, or so it seemed, and finally you said to me; “whatever became of us? I kept a jar full of the dust”, and then we found a light inside, a roaring spark across the sky. “I never did give up on us,” you said as you apologized. I apologized in turn to you, and you lit up like a meteorite. “Let’s try again and this time let’s get it right.”
Now look at us we’re burning up, and we coaxed a spark out of that dust, and in the end maybe it’s enough to have loved and to have been loved.