I know a couple of things about you,

The kind of things you wish the world never knew,

The ones that make you smile, that make you say “I’m fine,” when you are not.

I know a couple of things about you,

The kind of things I wish I never knew,

Like how you smile in between kisses,

Like how you cannot part with a cigarette, not even to share a puff with a stranger.

Like how you wish your Mother stayed a little longer, loved you a little harder,

Like how you see the world in numbers, and yes, you can multiply complex numbers without using a calculator.

 

I know a couple of things about you,

The kind of things we wish the world never knew,

Like how many times you’ve wounded me,

Like how easy it is for you to find warmth in another, yet your heart beats only for me…

An addiction for the feminine body is what you called it,

Stardust, how easy it is for you to self-destruct, my love.

I know a couple of things about you,

The kind of things that only my soul can speak of, a galaxy of its own, an ember unknown.

I know a couple of things about you Stardust and I won’t wait for my being to define it, so I’ll leave this here…another breadcrumb which I hope you’ll nibble on as you make your way home.

Come home, Stardust.