— a star falling from the infinite sky of days. Once, I was the shyest constellation. Now, I soar, untethered, Seattle, Dallas, Cancun— across continents beneath a golden moon. Nothing, yet a petal remains, from the roots of my heart. A hidden bloom, a hidden start. I stand where the silver waves kiss the shore, listening to their hymn of memory, and I wish— to breach the door of time, to return, to the black-and-white days, each moment a piano key. The music is gone now, and so are you. Nothing, yet a silent petal falls. from the flower of my eyes. Yet I feel you— your ghost lingers in my breath. Your vanilla and honey hair, a lie of summer, perfumes my waking hours. You were never there. But still— I remember. I will always remember. Nothing, yet a petal remains, from the roots of my heart. A hidden bloom, a hidden start.