I promised you forever
to keep the universe from fracturing,
but the truth is I can’t yet understand quietness enough
to know anything about love.

You used to speak of a celestial fate,
stars like shrapnel, and I wanted to believe
it meant our evenings would never fade to
the crumbs of dawn.

In my daydreams, it was never supposed to end like this:
………..you sighed, emotions rust too, as an apology,
………..glanced up at the translucent sky
………..like you were searching for something more.

Rona Wang is a sixteen-year-old from Portland, OR. She has been recognized nationally by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and has been published in The Best Teen Writing of 2014. She attended the Iowa Young Writers’ Studio in 2014. Currently she is a poetry reader at The Blueshift Journal. When not writing, she is prodding at a math problem or exploring one of the many downtown restaurants.