Oh, my dear! Our first date!
When we first met, you told me you loved astronomy.
You thought it would be cute to go stargazing.
Now I go on stargazing. Alone. To see the star that illuminated my life.
It's crazy, isn't it?
It's crazy how you were part of the audience of stargazing,
But now... you have turned into the interpreter.
And this fan is rooting for you. Like it always did...
YOU ARE READING
Broken Cassette
PoetryI can't remember what it felt to be. I never knew what it was meant to be. I just knew I was supposed to be there. I guess I'll never know. What was it, again? What was the purpose? You made me feel loved. You made me feel love. We weren't meant to...
