Comet's Gaze

I won't say I'm sorry for loving you. 

When we were both ablaze.

Unquenchable. 

I won't apologize or hang my head in shame at the reminder of our tenderness.

I am not contrite. 

I am not remorseful.

I do not repent.

For wishing I could hold your laughter in my chest, again. 

And again. 

And again. 

My affection dazzles.

 Enraptures.

 Seduces.

And you are still my star. Metaphysical yet radiant.

Even four light years away I still see you; 

Winking at me in remembrance.