What is your favorite constellation?
I feel like there’s another life in here
Written between lines
Of diamonds your mother wore once,
Carried on her fingers and
You asked me to look up
So light, like when the
Sun hits your brown eyes
They warm my palms.
Remember when I cupped
As you cried to disappear?
You are still here
I have a secret
I do not have a favorite.
The sky looks like
Like bleeding watercolors
In the mason jar beside my desk.
I could’ve sworn you were somebody else
I know you as if you have been the scar on my hip for the past 18 years
I know you somehow
As if maybe every time I looked up to search for constellations I was never truly meant to find anything
I was there to breathe in all of its brash wishes
The kind that were never answered because they were seemingly so small,
They fell through the jasper stones of heaven’s floor
Down to our little purgatory
Where the rain hits your eyelashes in the most elegant way
I forget to bite away my laughter
Because sometimes the noises vanish
Into quiet nights.
The stars really do gather them,
Hunting for something divine
I had wished for the same thing
Three years in a row
And it never came true
I wonder if I secretly know how quickly my wishes could collapse
That they probably never made it to the star in time
And somebody else felt its edges first.
I know not to rely too heavily on the home of hopes
And nostalgia I buried within you
But I have never felt such a devotion to cause.
The freckles on your nose
Look like scribbles when I connect them all with my fingertip
There is absolutely no clear picture to be created by any of this
But I am content,
I look up and I see you,
Yes, my love,
I am content.