We came into this world with stars in our eyes

and fireworks in our hands.

The sky was always ours, the galaxies off in the distance

closer to us than to anyone else in the world.

Never did we imagine that our paths through the sky

would branch off in such different directions

and force us to add different stars

to the galaxies of our minds, different constellations

to our pasts and presents and futures.

Never did we imagine that the mirror images of our lives

would not always line up perfectly

when put together in the way we know so well.

And yet, somehow, despite the different galaxies

and different constellations and different fireworks,

every time I see the girl with the stars in her eyes

I know that I have found my way home from the sky.