Kisses from the galaxy

Kissing him was like kissing the sky:
A universe before me,
An array of milky ways,
True meaning of a star gaze,
Ideas of a future burst like a nebula
And rainbows of meteors sprint around
The beautiful destruction and my heart
Is the only sound.
Time is not about healing the broken hearted,
For time in the universe means stars can shine and we can stare.
He was always my star,
Even when he was clouded by misty rain,
He was always there.

-Jorgie Bain