Waiting For The Stars To Come Out

We are not what one would call

“traditional”

We are not wise in the 

eyes of the world

We are not “boy meets girl”

happily ever after. 

We are “official” but I can’t stop wondering

what we are.

We are numbers.

12, 10, 3, 802, 570.

12 hours to forget, 

and only remember your arms

10 months of waiting and

wondering

3 years of living,

of disapproval between us.

802, 570

No hope of seeing you

We are letters.

I, M, I, S, S, Y, O, U,

Written over and over

and still not enough.

Waiting for the mail to arrive

and hoping against all hope.

We are a question mark

waiting to be answered. 

We are a string of hearts

Written across time

We are a tragic 

love story

“City college boy falls for

county high school girl.

One night, too many kisses 

to count.

A year of letters

and wondering why.

An unknown 

summer to come”

We are a ...

a “too be continued”

We are patience

and commitment. 

We are lying on our backs

waiting and waiting

for the stars to come out. 

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