star

sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

it’s the way light moves when i twirl

the way i feel seen without saying a word

she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try

but still somehow gets it right

clear glasses catching the light

My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.

This morning before the other humans had stirred,

I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,

and saw the irresistible rain.

Now my watch doesn't tell the date.

To you

you who lives among our rainbow hills--

green one moment

orange the next

and always blue in the distance--

you who lives along a river

you who lives looking into sunsets

you and you

I'm finishing the story,

How can it be true?

I'm nearing the end;

There is no future to see.

It doesn't feel real

But it is—it's all going to be over. 

Months it's been since this world's been right,