I'm trying to explain but nothing's coming out and it's like my tongue is cramped and fingers twisted, though i continue to think I know exactly what I'm trying to say. my words are running off the page and weaving around my mind that was left untrained for the hours of dark where I let you in. you've been resting in the pit of my stomach where I used to fill with ice cream every evening until you slowly turned into the desert that I'm craving. you've taken away the obtuse nostalgia inside my own constellation where I wrote your name many times before. you're the North Star I see in the sky when I've lost all hope and I'm the smile on the moon looking right back at you.