i wonder if
the starlight looks
the same to you
as it, to me.

i wonder if
you look at the
sky as if we
were saying each
other’s farewells.

i wonder if
the space between
the moon and us
is still as empty
as it’s always been.

i wonder if
you look back to
the days we spent
together as
if it mattered.

something that was
perfectly wrong
that it became
significant.