i have always been in love with the night sky.
the stars, the planets, and the moon,
shedding their light on us,
sparkling like fallen glitter.
on clear, dark nights, i wander out to my street,
blanket over my shoulders with my sky chart in hand,
and gaze endlessly at the stars
picking out constellations and planets
soaking in the beauty that the universe has to offer.
i love it, and i always have.
but lately the stargazing has been different.
i go through the same routine -
looking at the sky, finding constellations,
and studying the mythology behind them -
but when i’m out there on my street
looking up at the night sky
i want you to be there next to me,
looking up at it too.
i want to point out constellations to you
and tell you about them.
i want to show you the planets
that you never realized you could see before.
i want to tell you all about this beautiful part of nature
that i love so deeply with my whole heart -
and yet i can’t.
because when i’m out on my street
i’m out there alone
gazing at the night sky in pure solitude
and i can only dream that you are next to me.