Promises

When I fell asleep next to you,

promising to write you a poem about the stars,

I did not realize that the only things

that might come to mind when I did sit down

to write such a piece would be the gaps

between those little shining lights,

rifts in the fabric of a bright white blanket.

 

I can’t say why I was drawn to the darkness,

especially with you there beside me,

or why I might chance to blink

while a shooting star blazed across the sky,

only opening my eyes to see bright

blank pools in the basins of your cheeks.

Perhaps it was selfishness that kept me blinded

                            

from the constellations, and perhaps

that is why when I woke next to you

the following morning, after the stars had faded

and the sun was breaking through leafy canopy,

I could see only the shadows sprawled across

your young and delicate face, a mind still lost

in dreams of twinkling, boundless space.

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

A nostalgic piece of a sweet memory of a promise made.I like your style of story telling in a poem.its a trait only few can cultivate.I like how your mind drifts to the blank spaces not the twinkling stars of which we have had enough praise.And in the end you depict your own selfishness that you were so obsessed with the dark spaces that you overlloked the bright side.An introspective piece :)★ love and wishes★

~Sophy