When everything seems wrong
They make it right
A hug from them is a warm blanket on a cold December.
Lying on each other we watch the sky shine.
It’s dark but we create the light.
Surrounded by tall shadows
And a sky full of stars.
Her eyes shine.
Laughter echoes.
Everything is perfect.
The air is cold.
But our hearts are warm.
Crickets are music to our ears.
She says “I’m scared”
Don’t be.
Darkness is beautiful.
Without it the stars wouldn’t show.
We inhale happiness and slowly exhale pain.
She asks…
How many nights does it take to count the stars?
You see, that’s the time it would take to fix my heart.