The Crab

My hair danced in the wind,

mountain lights winked at me through the cracks of the old tin wall.

I knew you'd come,

but I didn't expect you to be there so suddenly,

so quietly.

We crossed the pavement and

I pointed to the stars.

"Crab," you said.

The Cancer constellation.

That was the one that shone from my home

thousands of miles away.

I pleaded with my eyes that

you would commit it to memory,

that once I left,

my face would be synonymous with the stars.

Distant, yet unchanging,

bright and patient

slowly burning against the darkness,

until we meet again.