This is an original piece created from the inspiration from a #MissMuseMe post on Twitter. You will find the picture from the post below, followed by the poem. The picture is a photo by Liz Bretz.

I found myself floating amongst the stars one night.

It began with a single wink, a flutter of light skittering off your lashes in my general direction to leave a fluttering in my belly that I thought had died away.

And me, on my way out the door, I stopped to smile back, a bridge across the insurmountable space of writhing bodies on the dance floor, a living forest swaying in the wind from the speakers, a barrier of bodies between me, you, and a fantasy we briefly shared.

But that flutter of light follows and multiplies, a spark from the flash of a stop light, yellow to red, allows your scent to haunt my memory, wafting through my mind twinkling in circles around my heart.

The feel of your fingers tracing the birthmark on my thigh jumps out at me when raindrops catch the light of my headlights and bounce it back to me in a shower of sparkles.

A flash alerting me to a text sends your face inches from mine, eyes locked and lips near to kissing.

The flicker of the hallway light, a lie you told.

Each flash, a memory, a what could have been, wrapping around me in a swirling duel of light between who I wanted you to be and who you taught me that you were.

It is exhausting to watch, almost as exhausting as being with you.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke naked in a sea of stars, acutely aware of your absence and more at peace because of it.