when

i saw her holding hands
and i prayed
that they weren't yours
so we could be together

but i recognized the soft curvature
of your fingers
and the comfort in your palms
and i knew it was fiction

your love for me is as ambiguous
as the horizon
in the dead of night

but mine for you
shines
like the constellations  

and once again
my thoughts
run me down

a kaleidoscope
of memories
only i hold

for you.