Galaxy Mind

He said my mind was like a galaxy; beautifully mysterious and filled with unmarked territory. I’d laugh and tell him he could never guess what was floating around in my own outer space, that my thoughts were light years away from anything he could imagine. But he didn’t know that the thoughts of him were like a meteor hurdling through my mind, never once letting me stop to breathe. He would never guess that his touch left bits of stardust scattered across my skin.

He would never know that, in my galaxy mind full of unknown things, he was my supernova.