Constellation

I packed my bag

and left home.
To find a constellation.
Cramped roads,

opening to dingy alleys

where you collided

into me.
I walked past and

turned back.
In those eyes of yours,

charcoals burned.
I took a handful of coins.
Tossed them into air.
All your sorrows

jingled and fell.
I put you to sleep
inside my bag and
got lost in the crowd.
Traipsed on tire-marks
This way I travelled
all along the world.
Then standing on

the cliff,
emptied my backpack.
You drifted through

the night air,

Out of sight’s reach.

I saw a constellation.

Free. Burning. Bright.