A star

Remember the day you told me

You'd hold my hand in the shadows.

The shade that still hides the gallows,

Where I'd kill me & watch him bleed.

Remember how I didn't believe you.

All the dust had not yet fallen

On days of battles

Settled on our doorsteps.

And we stared into the blue eyes

Of each other when we were young.

Perhaps our dreams settled in webs

Placed tightly in corners

We'd placed there.

Perhaps they were thrown out like

Refuse, while we marveled at a

Moon made of honey

In cold November air.

Or maybe we got lost in the laughter,

Sighs, tears, and drama

That crowded our rooms.

When we pretended

We couldn't care.

I still hear the star

You devoted to me.

The day rings aloud

When you told me

Of dead leaves.

I still recall the tiny faces like

Ethereal stop signs,

Looking a little like your's

And a little like mine.

All I wanted was to not be hidden.

All I needed was to not be silenced.

To not linger in the rafters.

To sing to the stars of truth.

I ignored all those road signs.

Reminding me of you.

I gripped those six strings

Like they held some version of youth.

I'd fade into the star,

And crowded rooms.