Through the eyes of a ByStander

We see

A girl,

Bright

Free,

But I see

A Demi God,

Poetic

And Reunited

To life,

Reading Poems,

And intercepted  Letters to Annabelle

That Scribe Scribbles of anticipated Reunions

That may never come,

Lost in a Riptide of Cosmic  Confusion

Of If Love is A Thing

Or is It vast as the Ocean

These are The After Effects of Stargazing.

I'm Ready to Go

But I might as well be a Tomato

In The Me Book

Filled with

The Red Little Secrets

And

The Notes

Hope Sings

And manages to ring

Cold Empty Sadness

From Our Hearts