the moment your hand brushed mine so soft and quick like the
breeze on my curtains which sway back and forth in the
abandoned night desperate for the comfort of the stars desperate
for the solace of their flame which sparks reassurance and
security and the stars hide their eyes behind the devious clouds
who snicker and mock for they know that the stars shine their
light in awe of the ants on the ground who run around
in endless circles like the ... which leads nowhere but in denial
and their death caused by another whose lies and bittersweet
promises were too succulent to resist and although the star light
shines for miles and miles they will never touch and feel the hurt
and the lips of another and the anticipation and wanting and
needing which leads up to the heartbreak
even just for a moment
