So maybe tonight is just thoughts
of love and the state of friendships
and things lost.
Of possibilities, regrets, and hopes.
Things that shine despite their age
and wear, and thoughts of gifts
that I don’t feel worthy to receive.
And nights when skies fill with
light from galaxies unfathomably
far away. Of huddling under
blankets, whispering secrets and
making plans that are lost
but not forgotten.