Twinkling.
Shinning.
Shimmering.
They hang there,
The stars.
And we lay there,
Under them.
The inky blackness spread over
Us like a vast, omnipresent blanket.
Dotted upon it were lives,
Candles that flickered in the dark.
I turn to you and say,
“What if?”
What if one of those candles was
Suddenly extinguished?
Raising an arm, and outstretched finger in front
Of my eye.
I cover a star.
It becomes crossed out.
Taking the finger away, the star disappears.
Widened eyes stared on, hoping it’d come back.
And yet...
Nothing.
Twinkling.
Shinning.
Shimmering.
Gone.
I turn to you.
And you were gone...