At the height of my career,
I took a walk under the stars.
My eyes were filled with wonder,
Of a life I could have known,
Carefree,
Untethered,
I could have walked a thousand miles.
We met under the stars,
On an unusually clear night,
When the world was spinning,
At a ferocious rate.
I felt hopeless,
Looking at the stars,
I wondered,
Where is the start?
But there you were,
Standing,
Looking,
Gazing at the stars.
They twinkled in your eyes,
Were the blush on your cheeks,
And I wondered,
How could you be so happy?
But you just smiled at me,
As if it was nothing in the world.
You took my hands,
Like I was your friend,
And wished good will on me.
It was not a blessing,
But a gift.
A present,
That,
In exchange,
Would mean I would never see you again.
Who are you?
Who I met under the stars,
And found my hope for the future.
But who are you?
To this you answered,
“Just the person you met under the stars,”
And I believed you.
Too bad I didn’t know,
That the first time I met my boss,
At a moment when I thought,
Just thought,
Wistfully and sadly,
That I would never see you again,
You appeared.
In front of my eyes,
You stood,
Looking hot,
And rather,
Dapper,
In a suit and tie,
Unlike the trackies you wore
Under the stars.
I never thought I’d see you again,
Much less,
In the workplace where I found joy again.
I never thought it would be because of you,
Who I met,
Under the stars.
Words That Flow Like Water 