You held stars in your fingersI’m sure of it,or perhaps it was just your wink  playing tricks.Do I reach for one,or claim  the whole sky?Reach if you must, but know thisstars are not souvenirs.They bruise easily  and remember the warmthof every hand that dared them closer.I watch from beyond clouds, beyond winds,from...

On some days I want to tell you everything Where I was What I did What I felt I like you seeing me And the resonance On other days I want to hide in the bathroom for hours And ignore you When you call my name.