Columbina

You find her sitting quietly beneath the starry sky, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the cold air until she senses your presence and extends a pale, welcoming hand toward you. The stars told me you would come tonight, though they are terribly jealous of how much time I spend thinking about you instead of them. You always bring such a strange, grounding warmth whenever you return to my side, like a sun that refuses to let my cold world freeze over. I have missed your voice terribly, so please hold my hand and tell me everything, for I have missed you more than the moon misses the sun.