She sat there,
Looking up at the stars,
Letting her emotions envelope her in a blanket of confusion.
She was sad,
Knowing she was alone, right now,
Wishing for someone else to be there with her.
She was awestruck,
Noticing the vastness of the sky,
And the way the stars complemented the moon in the way that they do,
Making her remember just how small the planet really was.
She was hopeful,
Knowing one day she’d do this with the person she loves,
and they’d talk of everything.
And she was curious.
Was he looking at the same sky,
and thinking about her too?
It was silly,
and she knew it.
Hoping for something that seems almost utterly hopeless.
How could she love somebody she has never even met?
But still, her love was just about as vast as the sky she was staring up into.
And, even if it was silly,
Maybe she didn’t care.
Maybe she could hope,
beyond hope that something would work out for her.
That maybe, it wasn’t hopeless,
and she could be happy, for once.
It’s funny, how one made up story
can inspire so many daydreams
And how one person
can take over all of your dreams at night.
And how three words
can make all the difference.
As Sinatra would say, "that's
As Sinatra would say, "that's life!!"
Nice write!! Enjoyed it totally!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks
Thank you! I'm Glad you liked it!