You were so much more than stars.
You were the hot summer earth, the taste of lemonade.
The buzz of dragonflies in my ear.
You were the cramp under my ribs,
The whirling petals,
The tinny sound of a radio,
The poems we invented those afternoons
When it was too hot outside
To laugh.
You were the laughter that came anyway.
You were all the colors of the sky.
Damn it, you were so much more
Than stars.
You were everything.
YOU ARE READING
The Wishing Game
Short Story"i think that someone hollowed out the stars and poured all of their magic into you."
