Stars, I miss you. 

I miss the mattresses in June. 

(When we’d cuddle by the moon) 

 

Every day you’d sparkle anew, 

Awaiting hot chocolate and sweaters blue. 

From steam rises a witches plume, 

Billowing to you, kissing by noon. 

 

Hands – mesmerizing, parading lace, 

Us – dancing, twinkling, to Pleiades’ pace. 

 

Endless stories and myths, 

All within your nebulous. 

You’d whisper in mist, 

And dance in summers kissed. 

 

But now, I slow-dance alone; 

Incomplete, in worlds unknown. 

 

Stars, I remember last June – 

Alone together where I found you. 

Campfire rising above summer tunes, 

By ember salmons, and quacking loons. 

 

Silken skin to weathered – cracked, 

Your gaze held mine – never lacked. 

 

So let me grab my keys – 

Let’s dance tonight: make cookies, 

And s’mores, and beds on floors – 

I’ll stay for hours aside sleepy shores. 

 

Stars, in this moment bright – 

Take my hand and hold it tight. 

(Could we rendezvous tonight?)