I’ve tried to keep my longing hidden amongst the stars, under the canvas of darkness. I tried to make myself a light that you can’t recognise, a heart you can’t see. But you are an astromer, versed in my heart. You will always find me.
And I will always want you to. But I will run anyway. I’m not ready for you, I am not ready to be known, to be loved. To be exposed. I fear that if you come close, you will see that I am gas, just gas, and not a light.
But don’t you know that the sun is nothing. The moon is a rock, and you, my darling, will be my wife.
Then, you know where I am.