Star Gazing

For the first time in a year

I can see the stars.

I only wish

to see them with you.

My head

sitting in the crook of your neck;

the sky

reflecting galaxies in your eyes.

Oh,

how I wish

to gaze up at the universe

with you.

For I might make the heavens feel a little smaller

not so big and intimidating.

My admiration might dwarf it;

it might make it feel a little less boundless.

I look outside,

and for the first time in a year

I can see the stars.

I wonder

if you see them too.

And,

if you do,

do you think of me?

Your arm

wrapped around my waist;

the sky

reflecting galaxies in my eyes.

Oh,

how I wish

to gaze up at the universe

with you.

How I wish

to name the stars

with you.

How I wish

to trace constellations

with you.

How I wish

to whisper the story of Orion and Scorpius

in your ear.

Perhaps,

you might make our pale blue dot feel a little larger,

not so small and insignificant.

Perhaps,

you might bring some meaning to our endless orbit;

perhaps

you might make existence feel a little more significant.