My stars in a Jar
When I think of you,
it feels like a dream I once kept in a jar.
When I fear being far from you,
I whisper to the moon to watch over you for me.
When worries weigh on your heart,
I’ll sit beside you—to hold you, to stand with you.
When I see stars sparkling in your eyes,
I'll run with you to celebrate the joy of life.
When tears fall from your eyes,
I’ll be there, quietly holding the weight of your sorrow.
When I won’t see you for days,
I’ll hold on to the calm you wrap me in.
When you say, “I miss you,”
I’ll remind you— I, too, want to fly towards you.
When you turn your head and I’m already looking at you,
I’ll smile— a little shy, wholly yours.
When I look up at the night sky and count the stars,
I’ll wish for you—the one who makes my feel alive.
And still, I don’t know how to keep you safe in the fragile hush of my dreams for so long.
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