impromptu prompts: star stitched eyes

I’ve never wanted you

to look at me like I’m

the sun,

because at our smallest components

we are indistinguishable 
from stardust.

But names and

the light stitch your

eyes blind, 

to forget that we’re more than 
just lonely beings

floating in the dark.

Those sparks between us

aren’t starts

of fires,

just the shared electricity in 

our empty atomic space

that keeps us from breaking into near nothing.