I wish I were the stars, you said,
Lying on the road
Like you always did.
Why? I asked.
Because they’re beautiful.
Because people make up stories about them
And they leave light long after they are gone.
You were silent after that
And didn’t kiss me
When you said goodbye.
It was only after you left
That I realized
I should have told you
How beautiful you are.
I would have made up a million stories
If they had kept you by my side.
YOU ARE READING
The Wishing Game
Short Story"i think that someone hollowed out the stars and poured all of their magic into you."
