Stargazing

oh how she wishes

she was the splash of bright blue on the empty canvas

bathed in the whispers of her 3am playlist

her mind a mysterious new land yearning to be explored

he was red satin beneath raw fingertips

digging through the depths of his own thoughts

the tranquility after the storm

only so

perfectly

imperfect

for each other.

oh how she wishes that was how the story ended.

if he believed in love that would've been how the story ended.