“I never knew the stars had names,
until you wrote them in the sand
beside me, tracing every constellation
galaxy, and nebula.
I spent all night spinning them around my tongue,
tasting them until
I could smell the ocean, and you
with every syllable.
I know sometimes home is not
a word you understand, but you and I,
we were born from the sea
and the stars;
We are millennia in the making.
I promise you, my dear,
you will find your way back again.”