letters from the crushed

S,

you were flung across my sky like the brightest of shooting stars. the dust of you rained down around me, like cast off fireflies. they all burned out. now i’m scared i’ll be blinded to any other light that might shine. there might be more fish in the sea, there might be more stars in the sky. but i feel like i’m alone in a boat.

blind and without a fishing pole.

— K.