Cosmic Ash

For me,
you are
that speck of
cosmic ash
clinging
to the corner
of my vision,
wandering
like a waif,
never
lingering,
and always
half-seen;
I am
the eye
of the beholden,
swept up
in the wake
of your
perpetual
star-fall,
always gone
long before
it steals
my breath
away.