Passing Stranger

I can still smell you
on my skin
in my hair
The bed, splayed out before me
littered with reminders
of the night that lasted forever
it burned out suddenly
like one of the stars on the ceiling
It still feels as though you're with me
a constellation of similar constitution,
out there, shining
a beacon of hope to remind me
that the distances between us are not that far
and understanding in a passing stranger
is the sweetest comfort the universe has to offer.