She sat beside me and I was drawn into her orbit-

as if on a collision course.

A satellite, a meteorite, a dust particle,

an insignificant entity - magnetised.

She was my Sun and I, her worshiper.

She warmed me and I basked in her.

Her innocence masked her true potential,

her true identity.

If only she knew what she had done,

what she was capable of,

I was happy to sit back and watch her blossom.  

And as summer turned to autumn to winter

and then to spring

I sat gazing at my bright star;

waiting for the supernova,

waiting to be engulfed.