Meridian

The following poem is from UVA's magazine Meridian.

by Victoria Chang

Dear P.,

Last night I buried you alive in my
sheets. Tonight I drop you and you
shatter into thousands of crystals.
They spill between the poplars, wake
them by the hundreds. I crawl and
collect them one by one. But when
I touch one, the ground becomes
the night sky, the crystals turn into stars.
I become the pine that stretches over
the lake, reaching for your reflections.