The scrapes on your knees and the bruises on your shins assemble like galaxies in the night sky and I wonder how long it took for them to get that way because my science teachers say it takes eons for a galaxy to form but you’re only fifteen years old.
I look in your eyes and I see the oceans and my science teachers say that the oceans are thousands of feet deep but how can you be that deep and just break my heart like it’s a toothpick?
When you close your eyes and I see the protruding purple veins against your thin porcelain skin all I see are the capillaries of the plants you hold so dear because they are the source of creation and I wonder if that says anything about the love we once had.
I wonder about how someone like you could be so close to nature but have such an unnatural effect on my poor human heart.
E.K.



















