I wish it were still like that. I wish we stayed in bed until the sunrise and the birds began their day. We used to talk for hours on the rooftops of broken homes. One of them being mine. We lied upon the stars searching galaxies high and low for forgotten love. I was entranced in the way that you giggled and pointed at shooting stars. My wish was always you. I wished upon a shooting star that I could stay with you forever in the moment of hopeless love. The love we had as kids. At some point in time, the stars stopped shooting and the galaxies lost their shape for I sit alone on rooftops now and search for you but, you’ve never been found.