when you were done picking stars from the sky
you had the heavens on your bedroom ceiling
and I had the black night and a sky full of
holes I couldn’t see.
I waited forever and more for that light,
but you needed something to read by.

3 a.m had never looked so beautiful
as it did by the light of those stars,
like the headlights of cars
guiding the way home.
for now, i'll drive in the dark.