We used our balcony

as an observatory,

and some of the names 

for those celestial bodies 

were yours, not by the book, 

but all names are just that - 

a way to contain the unlimited. 

 

You crossed our limits last year.

Some nights I imagine if 

a plasma therapy could have

saved you; then, nothing

can cure death.

 

I have a telescope now.

Sometimes I swear I see shades,

those nebulae, plasma in 

between what we perceive 

and what we imagine.