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.

I thought I can handle every word you say
Because we give and take those three words too lightly.
Never thought of being dismayed
Of you, saying those words too frankly.

I'm starting to be afraid of you.
Those words echoed in my mind.
Overpowering your I love yous
That used to ring in my ears every time.

A random time to be lonely
Caused a scarring depression.
Never thought that love
Can quickly turn to fear.

*Or was it love in the first place?