I look at the sky, and a shooting star makes itself known in it's still pinkish hues. The romantic coloured twilight reminds me of you right now: so reachable physically to me, but still so ephemeral in time.
Why reachable, you may think, when my feet are still on the ground? It's just that the memory of you tends to make that happen: I'm no longer in this planet, but floating amidst the galaxies to still try to reach you tru the extensive width of space. Hopeless, dumb, but true. My mind echoes that it's no use, that you are too far gone, but my heart believes in miracles. That there still could exist a way of keeping up with you and your pace, for me to admire you a bit more than a few seconds of my lifetime.
It's never enough, the time I have with you. I close my eyes and try to focus on the now, as you may tell me. I can feel the earth below me again, and I'm no longer surrounded by celestial bodies or satelites. I feel the urge to call you and tell you I miss you so much it's ridiculous, but the reasonable part of my mind stops me before I dial your number.
Could you blame me, tho? After having the taste of the way you love, so uncontainable and careful at the same time, making anyone near you feel their hearts melt just by your honest and charming words? Just the thought of it makes my legs turn to jelly. You have such power in your speech, in the way you talk about the things you are passionate about. What I'd give to hear your voice say my name right now, one of the many you have of me, in a whisper made of all the hopes and dreams I had once wished upon star after star since I've met you.
I keep on walking, mind still occupied with the memory of you, my heart repeating your name like a mantra till I have the chance to see you again. Boy, does the anticipation make my inspiration rocket to the moon and back. It's too hard to keep my evening as normal as it should have been, now with your energy engulfing me into this abbys that is my endless love for you and only you.
It enchants me.
It frightens me.
It wraps me up in your fingers, forever prisioner, always devoted to you and your sweet memory, always present in my steps in this land, and also in the skies above my head.