starstruck

When I look at the stars… I see you.

I see the shimmer in your eyes when you smile,

the delicate angles of your face,

the glow of your skin.

Shooting stars remind me of the trace of your finger,

sliding down the muscles of my arm.

The constellations mirror our conversations,

back and forth,

up and down,

senseless,

but beautiful.

In my dreams, the stars rearrange to spell your name.

I hold your hand

look into your onyx eyes

and scream what the sky spelled,

letting the whole world hear

an angel’s name.

You were the sky’s best-kept secret

a savior in human’s clothing.

Did you know that?

Did you feel that?

Or was that taken from you as well?

I hope you stay as wondrous as the night sky is

as wise as the sun and moon

and as healing the earth.

I hope you know that

I will

forever

gaze up at the sky

just to see your smile

the glow of your cheeks

and the sparkle in your eyes.

And that is what I whisper to the moon

every night.

She gazes at me with such pitying eyes

knowing that I talk to someone

who will never see me again.

She knows you see me

just as the stars do.

I will forever love you,

forever see you.

However,

you won’t return my gaze.