comet

I’ll cross your life

just like the Halley’s comet

my braid

will be the last thing

you’ll remember

my hands are cold

because this is how

the comets are

maybe it’ll cross your mind

to stop me –

- in these short moments

when the sun dances

in my hair

scattered over the pillow

my eyes are cold

because this is how

the comets are

sometimes we’ll forget ourselves

while dancing in bed

over the lazy breakfast

my smile will be sincere

you will stroke my hand

little pieces

cut out from

the light years

my heart is cold

because this is how

the comets are