A Story Behind Closed Lids

There was a boy once. And a girl.
Or maybe there wasn't.
Maybe they were stars that almost touched once but were a fraction,
a mile,
a lost hope,
apart.

But let us say there was a boy.
And a girl.

And they were dreamers. And they were stardust. And they were feathers caught in sighs.

And they were too much for each other.
Too star-shattering together.

So they splintered and they ran.
From each other.
From themselves.

And sometimes they think of each other.
When they feel the wind in their palms.

Or when their hearts break and echo.