Luminescence

So that's why I wrote them,
And left them there...

The light turned dim and died,
The girl was crushed beneath;
Although she resists,
The pain persists,
And this crater
From your comet
Is more than I can bear.

It shone so bright,
Yet fell one night;
The words I wrote
(Received so well)
Now spite my soul,
Relearned in hell.

A part of me sneers at these exclamations...
More wood for the pile, a frozen pyre.

If I take some time,
Some time and space,
Will distance heal what hurts?
Always my instinct,
To run and hide away...

(Waiting to be found)

Chance and choice,
Careless caring;
I killed my comet,
I struck my star,
When all I wanted
Was to watch it burn...

Suspended in the sky,
Far beyond my reach.
I could never truly hold,
With or without the cold.
Was it wrong to wish
Upon that star?
I could have left it there...

But I don't dwell
On roads untaken.
My "what ifs" and "could bes"
Are down the other route.
And they hurt as much, or even more
Than things that can't be changed;
Because some landscapes
Are impossible indeed.

I looked upon a lonely light,
And held it in my fingers.
I held too hard, it bit too bright,
Yet a sullen ember lingered...

So that's why I wrote them,
And left them there.