A Beautiful Breakdown

He says life is a waste of time.
Basically, take the lesser of two evils.
And yet, somehow, he thinks the world of me.
So, I have made it my goal to change his view.
Tonight, we stretched out on the grass,
His head against mine,
Gazing wonderingly up at the stars.
I told him the story of Andromeda.
How she was chained,
Bound to a rock,
In punishment for a crime she didn't commit.
She only had a few moments left.
Jus a second or two,
Before Cracken would come, and devour her.
But,
Like a breath of air in a consuming fire,
Perseus flew in on his white horse,
To rescue her.
Then, they fell in love.
Those last words lingered in the silence,
Like the smell of something burning.
The darkness of night fell around us like a blanket,
And emotion ran like thick through our blood.
I heard him sigh, and felt his fingers through my hair.
I knew his eyes were closed.
Without looking at him.
So I closed mine too,
And let the light of the stars linger behind my eye-lids.
There was nothing to be said.
So, the stars talked for us.
Periods, comma's, exclamation points,
An entire galaxy of shooting stars and dancing lights
For words we couldn't say.
When we see a star, it isn't really there.
It's the speed of light.
It takes it a long time to reach us.
By the time it does, the stars have burned out.
They're just that bright.
Thousands of years after they die,
We can see them,
And we call them young.
That is how we will be.