Yesterday I slept beneath the stars, With the sand tickling my toes, My arms beneath my neck, The stars and I, We whispered to each other, The secrets of the universe. In that moment, it was just us. Regrets and darkness, so far away, Sorrow and fear, distant friends, That I met and lost along the way. In that moment there was silence and waves, In that moment I smiled, For my existence finally meant something, A mere speck that I was, I mattered. I was life and I was death, And I was everything in between. There I was, filled with starlight. Nobody could see it, but me.
Yesterday I woke up in darkness, Sluggish and disoriented, The air still, the AC humming, My feet tucked beneath the worn bedsheet, A second breath somewhere close by. I looked up at the blank ceiling, waiting, One, two, three, My heart echoed in my ears, As it searched above desperately, Grasping about in the stale darkness, What was it looking for? I do not know, I do not know. I raced to the window, And I saw it there, a single point of brightness in the sky. It looked at me in pity, before it blinked away, Drifting away to the boy it belonged to, While I kept waiting, Looking for stars that were never mine to keep.