Lying on a bench
In the dark of night
No one else noticed
My admiring
Of the lights.

Except you.

You found me
Lying there
Gave a bright smile
For a moment I stared.

Remembering moments before.

"If he comes
It is true,
If not
Oh well . . ."

I don't know
What to think anymore
Can anyone else
Tell?

Always chasing dreams
The hesitation
When I called
The things you do
Adorable.

I couldn't save myself
It seems
In desperation

Changing the subject.

Your reaction
Just wonderful.

I've changed
But I've
Not been tamed.

The emotions
When I cried
Will I be able
To hide?

I've tried
But on the inside
I've drawn the line
With an eraser.

I'll die here . . .

Talking of the stars
We laughed
Kept quiet
Talked some more
Holding secrets.

Never will I tell you.

The rumors
Spread of us
Wild fires
That make us ashamed.

We don't see
Each other that way
Still continuously
We can't put out
The flames.

Speaking nonsense
As you try to explain
Blushing red
From laughing.

Me listening
To your every word
As you keep searching.

A shooting star
So rare
Not so far
It was right there.

I point
"Make a wish"
"So?"
When you finish.

"Why did I
Wish for that?"
You say to me.

"What is it,
Tell me!.

Cautiously you speak.

"I wished
That I was dead."

I turned my head.

And we stared
At each other
For a moment.

Just for a second.

My wish
I didn't tell you
I'm not going to
Otherwise it wouldn't
Come true.

I won't . . .