on deleting her number

what a relief
to not dream of you anymore
to not compare you to a full moon
nor my heart to the tides on the shore.

what a blessing
to have grazed on your velvet lips
to know love can make me the sun
to abandon metaphors and be light.

you should know
you are still a star in my night sky
one that i point to and say: see heart,
this is the way, this is how to burn.