She is the dust of the Earth. The shining shimmering dust that dances in light beams & cannot be captured. Every second you move towards her she is further away. I made a hobby of betting on whose light was bright enough to contain her. It was not my own. The days that I woke up next to her, or came home to find her in my bed, they were sand in my mouth. They choked me with something that felt like loneliness. How can I love you? I whispered once & she opened her eyes. What? Hearts shriveling. Just said I love you. That’s all. And her face was the sun.