Stars

Imagine your hands
and my hands
under a field
of too many stars.
Tell me about aliens and
tell me about your old life
tell me about the things that make you sad
I want to listen to you.
For now
I'm content to sit
under too many spotlights
and learn about you.
I want to become a story
that when in a field of too many stars,
you tell someone about your life
and I hope
that you have to smile
and tell them about me.
Imagine if I were a memory
tucked away with love
imagine if you loved me.
But for now I can live with our
story
being on lined paper
that smells like a forest
under a blanket of too many stars