You taught me
the courage
of stars
before you left.
How light
carries on
endlessly
even after death.
With shortness of breath
you explained
the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is
to even exist.
I couldn't help but ask
for you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
but I could never find a pen.
I'd give anything to hear
you to say it one more time,
that the universe was made
just to be seen by my eyes.
With shortness of breath
I'll explain the infinite.
How rare and beautiful
it truly is that we exist.
