Miscellanea

I Should Have

I sighed and cut eye contact with you. I looked up and and smiled. And I told you back then everything I should have said long ago.

Every time I look up
I imagine that I can see all the stars
and all the constellations
and every trail of shooting stars
I try to pretend that my vision was still clear
that I can see beyond the clouds at night
ignoring the city lights that ruined our view
And I wish that you could see the same stars that I do
That you can see them too

I looked at you and smiled

That you see hope, too
because it was all I ever saw