there are led lights that scatter on the ceiling
adding a soft glow to the paper stickers left on the wall
that i glued to the blue background
years ago
blankets and fingers entwined through wires and cell lines
with the music from your room fluttering into my ears through the speaker
and making me smile
looking at the galaxy i made with my fingertips when i was six,
hardly within reach, if i just stood up to touch the paper horizon
turning the camera so you can see the stars i colored with crayon
when the led lights batteries
start to die
we can look at the same moon
and kick our feet in the air together
pretending we really know who we are
YOU ARE READING
empty bed
شِعر- a book of poems by a shadow with their head in the pillow and her feet tied by the sheets -
