Without fail, before he fell asleep,
He’d go out into the fresh dark air
And he’d watch the stars.
He’d see if any started moving,
He’d watch them twinkle and flash.
He’d breathe out slowly through his mouth, and
He’d confess things he’d never confessed to another soul.
The truth about how he really felt,
What he thought of other people,
His fears at what others thought of him,
Or never doing “enough”.
That he would hurt other people
More than he ever meant with his words
Without fail, before she fell asleep,
She’d disappear into the night
Seeking the moon and the stars,
Which glowed bright in her eyes,
As she watched them glimmer and dance;
And confess to them
Things she had never dared
Confess to another soul.
Like how she felt she was never “enough”,
That she would not be who everybody
Wanted her to be, or that she regretted
The decisions she made.
That she would always be alone.
She’d sometimes whisper the songs she
Was sung as a child like a lullaby,
Or recall the conversations that day that
Had made her bubbly laugh escape her.
They would murmur these confessions
At opposite times of the day,
And he blinked and walked and talked
While she dreamt and slept and whispered to the moon.
They both thought, during their
Of the philosophers, or the
Inventors, or doctors or singers or
Peace-keepers or war-makers or
Movie stars or jazz musicians:
All these people that we’ve ever heard of,
They’ve looked up at the same sky we have,
The same sky 7 billion other people have looked at,
All of them as lost or curious or optimistic as
Anyone could ever be.
As they could ever be.
And in the not too distant future,
The star who had learned of both their hopes and fears
Knew she could not leave these two beautiful people
Behind, and wanted to weave in her magic.
She did not create the circumstance.
They did that, with their choices and their desires.
But when they met each other,
And they said they saw stars in each other’s eyes,
And others fawned over the romance,
The star knew that she had made the right choice.