My staring contests with the night sky
Always result in me being homesick.
A pit deep in my stomach and I swear
I can hear
A faint laugh in the universe,
Mocking my never-ending
Expectation, that if I stare harder
That a miracle will happen.

I'm almost positive though
That it's all in my head and
Im just upset that the world keeps spinning,
Even when
Your heart begs something
To stop and
Be there for you.