Something in me whispers
when I hear you say my name
of the possibility of what we could create together

and I find myself lingering
saying your name out loud when I’m alone
so all my hope for us doesn’t come rushing out

and the stars keep shining brighter in my view
when your skin brushes against mine
because we are a delightful mix of promise and tragedy

and the universe keeps their light beaming right in our eyes
trying to blot out the other, so we are forced to go it alone
but you keep finding me at every turn

Words by Abby S.