Written in the stars

Your name is a ghost
replaying through time,
shining as stars in my universe
which rotates around you,
constantly revealing new
sides of yourself to me.
Your name is stuck at
the tip of my tongue
impossible to swallow,
always part of my language.

I've called your name,
more times than I wish to recall
but nothing replies,
only the deafening silence
of unrequited love,
a sound I pray is forgotten.

Removed from my body,
my bones ground into ash,
as nothing powers the beating
of my heart other than hope of one day
touching a fraction of your planet,
orbiting inches from my grip.