Cameron Cole, Junior Film major from Fort Worth, Texas.
Your gaze of emerald green
Like Irish grass with autumn leaves
You’re my fixed luminous point
My star, my sun, my counterpoint
The warmth from you keeps me alive
Until you leave
It gets cold and I slowly die
Once stationary, but now shooting through the sky
Fluttering to your next stop
As gorgeous as a butterfly
I know we said our goodbyes
Through a metal device, I said I’d comply
Loneliness speaks in long silences
Sound bouncing off my cries.
Now I lay alone staring at the popcorn ceiling.
Seeing constellations, yet missing the sun
It’s gone missing, just as the feeling
To the next constellation, for that one is done.