All of these sparkling stars
They remind me of you
And of all of the things
That you say and you do
The stars are one thing we can finally both see
And the stars are one thing where there is a 'we'.
The air is so clear, can you breathe it, too? Do we breathe the same kind of air, me and you?
Do we both sit alone, looking at the stars, and thinking about how impossible 'we' are?
Do we both still hope that there will be some kind of 'we', to always smell the same things and have the same things to see?
I will not know, but I will keep sitting under the stars
Because they make me feel like we are less apart.
