wonder if she knows

i wonder if she knows we are all made of stars
before she starts to rip me apart with her words.

before she draws delicate drops of blood silently betraying their oath to life as they hit the floor.

before all the wars between us, when we would roar with unrestrained passion
without drowning in visions of the dead,
when we were sanguine, blessed humans.

from all ways we came with beauty once shared,
to our separate ways, in sight.
we were made of stars, don't forget.