i pray to the stars at night
hoping that you won't forget us.
i pray you hold our memories tight,
and remember us like i do when we made no fuss.i hope you look back into the past
recognizing the playground where we used to meet
where we rushed like little kids to see who'd be last
as our laughs echoed through the streeti pray to the moon to stay quiet
about your secret rendezvous
because my heart breaking is causing disquiet
knowing you've hit a breakthroughi hope you remember countless nights
we stayed on the phone cause neither of us
wanted the conversation to end before twilighti pray to the night sky that we'll see each other once again,
even if it's for the last time, because i miss your face, your smile,
your voice, your touch, your warmth, and your name on a chaini hope when you think of me,
you think of all the ways i wanted to
love you and show you what we could've been.
YOU ARE READING
yellow
Short Storycollection of drafts and short stories, or thoughts i was too afraid to speak