Today I

ran through the rain, hair

newly cut and weightless even though

it was drenched; I

ate strawberries dusted with sugar while

doing homework, pencil

tracing neat letters across math homework I

I love post-script, thought Benvolio as he sat curled in his favorite armchair.  His favorite music was humming through his airpods into his ears, and as he watched raindrops gather and drip down the windowpane, he fel

But at least I

still see the everlasting stars

sparkling in my eyes and

the constellations that connect them

to me.