Love, Like Dark Stardust

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I could have loved you, once upon a time;
in our jeunesse and loveliness, with dreams
like supernovae, perfect as a rhyme
unspoken. Now we split at broken seams
like some old doll a child couldn’t love.
The years have come, so heavy and unkind.
The light has slipped away, now faint above,
those hopeful thoughts so difficult to find
when everything is chaos. Hearts will scar;
we love ourselves a little less, observe
the imperfections written in our stars.
What light that’s left is held in strict reserve.

I could have loved you once, but never now.
The years have stolen much from me–and how.