Played a game of connect.the.dots.

                          Underneath
         ­                 A high window.

So many stars we could see, so many specks above
A roof that opened to infinity

The moon,
Constellations,
A forest of aspens,
Snow covered a fire pit buried outside
In summer, it will burn bright.

Night carried on,
Made magic in the dark,
Two dots formed
Constellation.hearts

                           Underneath
                                                   You moved up
from below

                           (I can still see you there)
                           (Our hands held close)

Love was made.
It will never die,
                                 like that night.

Played a game of connect.the.dots.

                            In another life
                            Maybe it would stay alive

Two dots formed
Constellation hearts.