Below is a piece I worked on recently, inspired by an article I wrote earlier this summer about a young woman who wrote poems for strangers. I actually haven't written poetry since I was in elementary school, so this product of my writing—as written in storytelling-esque prose—is a style that has taken me by pleasant surprise. Enjoy!

Title: "Soulmate, defined"

At the intersection of the universe,

there stands two figures:

a golden girl and a starry boy.

At each pair of their feet lie the ends of a lifeline,

a thin strand of little stars.

Each picks up their respective end of that line

and look at its star-encrusted string

then at each other.

The lifeline appears to stretch on for eons,

making the distance between them feel like billions

of light years apart.

But as nonsensical as it seems, there's this gravitational pull between them

that has been bringing golden girl and starry boy towards each other,

since the start of time.

The long walk to the center of the cosmos

has caused the soles of their feet to wear,

though their souls wear nothing but their hearts stitched along the arm sleeves.

And the ends of life that golden girl and starry boy

each hold in their hands

is actually the line that begins their real journey,

together.

As they now stand across from one another, each on their own planet,

the pull between them grows stronger,

and golden girl and starry boy know what they must do.

They pull at that lifeline to move themselves and the planets closer,

tug at it until the measly string frays to its core

and the intense brightness of the stars fades

to a dull twinkle.

Yet, the distance fails to close in.

But when nearly all hope is lost,

the power of two beings—

golden girl, who can bring light to those

who need a guide through the darkness of space

and starry boy, who can align the stars for those

who wish upon them hard enough—

is able to repair the damages, and then some.

The lifeline transforms into a bridge of life

composed of the dying little stars,

which were broken down into stardust

before being melded into bricks of starry steel.

The bridge glows as the brightest constellation in the night sky,

a collection of starstuff built by two, for two.

At the intersection of the universe,

there stands nothing between golden girl and starry boy.

That gravitational pull puts their tired feet to action,

and the distance between them finally closes

when they meet in the middle.

Surrounding the bridge, they start building their life together:

a city of little stars.