Shall I Compare You to a Solar Flyby?

Shall I compare you to a solar flyby?

You're far too lovely, too warm, too bright.

Even the brightest stars dim to nothing,

but ours faded too quickly.

Sometimes the flames of my heart get doused with liquor,

and I try to reach you, phone you, message you,

and not every message is received, nor every video,

but the sun never sets, only fades from view.

While I may never see you again,

I have your image, your voice, your thoughts, your soul.

   So long as stories are told, they'll tell of you.

   So long as these words live, you shall too.