I think we are
finally piecing things back together
using invisible glue
to melt pieces of ice into one.

sometimes I look up
at constellations
how they are connected
and what they form.
will's personality is
string together
like a constellation
to create
a golden butterfly
that fluttered its wings
into the crevices
of my snowy, frozen mountain.

but I also think about
how we are like
the little and big dippers--
how will, being a constellation
also bonded with me,
and I'm in there somehow,
whether in his heart or his
mind, or both.
and for once in a long while,
I am proud and
happy for myself.

something I would have never...
a level I would have never reached
without my dream guy
turning me into more than just
a dreaming boy.