And I scatter stars.
As he walks away from me, I scatter stars.
It rains, and I cry. He walks away from me.
The stars glint, shine, sparkle. My tears do too.
I love you, I scream.
Retreating back. Not a word, not a smile, not a tear.
Raining down on me. I don’t want you to go.
Scatter they do.
A pause. A turn. Do you? YES.
Ceaseless, unending fire, constant, incessant; pain.
He walks away, slowly, from me.
I love you too, he murmurs. Maybe.
And they scatter, far away from me, like him.