We didn't see the stars that night....
We didn’t see the stars that night. There were so many clouds in the way, but we waited, facing the sky on a plain, hoping to see a small light appear behind the pillowy darkness.
Then, drops of rain rushed down on our faces the moment a star appeared and we gazed at each other, narrating repeated history through eyes exhausted from pain; it wasn’t so long ago.
We weren’t suppose to be here, someday, on this plain, hitherto, love’s renaissance.
No, we didn’t see the stars that night, we felt them, as the first time my rough hands touched your face, your strength became my weakness, our universe consonant.
Facing the sky on a plain, we weren’t suppose to be here, still, we gazed at each other through eyes exhausted from pain, narrating repeated history, hitherto.