There are three words that wake me up.
They ask me boldly if I’m over and out.
Those three words are “happy or sad”.

Can you guess what my answer is?
Can you see it, read it between the lines?
Any poem, you chose one of mine, maybe this?
Happy or sad?

I am looking at the night sky and the stars smile back.
They are beautiful, such as you are.
You reach out and I take your hand.
Lights appear, as if we were approached by a car.

Turn around and you’re not there to find.
And my hand, it is empty once more.
I look back at the sky and it’s dark.
There’s no light and no stars anymore.

Am I making myself super clear?
Shall I make for a new start?
I had no idea I was loved by a star.
Happy or sad?