I've had enough.
I'm done waiting.
I guess it's your turn
To do something.

I am such a jest
Still hoping from you
But I'm just so done now.

So here's the adieu
I should have given
Months ago.

This is the farewell
Without the
Hungering touch
Of uncertainty.

The moon shines a cool blue tonight
as we entwine our fingers, laying on the baseball field
beneath diamond heavens. We lie
in silence, in the moments when the Universe reveals
itself, and contemplate the distances between one celestial body to
another, the space between
us growing as I turn south
to find Orion while you seek Cassiopeia in the north.

Shooting stars cross the sky, and we wish separately on dead
stars and dead dreams, lights already grown red and extinguished
as we whisper in the dark, passing
between phases.

And in the end we're all left searching.