I can’t barely remember how I drew
faith – within my very own hands.
How I managed to carefully stitch the stars
Of every color; every size; and every burning light of soul.
How I ought to remember how often it blinks and how – bright does it reach beyond so long silent wishes

Wishes – wishes that were buried deep down
the throat of the galaxy. Wishes that never recovered from pain
for it continues to recognize every laugh; every smile while it ignores every twitch of wounds that covered broken memories caressed by thin air.