The thing they don't tell you about love

Is that it burns brightest in the earliest hours

When the sun still hides behind the dark curtain

Illuminated but smaller stars and the moon suspended

As a brilliant friend on the dim background

Your heart will glow brighter than any constellation

And you will feel as if your chest is made of stardust

Dancing through your lungs as you take short breaths

You can hear her breathing over the Skype call

And you would rather hear her respiratory system working

Than allow yours to function properly

You will choke on words left unsaid and force your eyes open

She looks like what you think peace should be

Who needs sleep when the girl of your dreams is dreaming

She is universes away while you anchor yourself in reality

Because there is nothing that compares to this feeling

-k.p.v