I could draw lines across the outlines of your muscles with my light fingertips, but you’d still be a galaxy away. I could press my lips against the softness of yours, yet it would feel colder than a ghost. I could have every word I know break through my lips, yet none of them would be able to sink through to your distant heart. This fire we once made together has blown out and I don’t think we’ll make it another day. The tears streaming down your face would only be a dream, a hope that maybe I still matter to you.