Un-stellar sentiments

bury themselves like sediments

until you can measure each era like a

layer of a cliff.

Place a ruler to each edge and the moment you broke my heart

wasn’t even charted.

It left no placeholder,

Healer of no sorts.

You argued with me

to potentials buried and

potentials engrossed.

Neither was the right candidate.

My only bright side is your fear has given me a glimpse

that it’s real.