Rhapsody

constellations: orion

 
the third night.
10:24 p.m.

what's your name?

orion.

isn't there a star called orion?
no, wait, it's -

a constellation.

oh, right.

we regarded each other
under the faint light of the streetlamps.

do you know many constellations?

nope. but
i've always wanted to.

it was a shy invitation.
he had to hide a smile.

he stretched a hand out to me.
i stared at it warily.

come with me tonight,
he said.
come with me
and i'll show you the stars
and so much more.

i took his hand
and he led me to
something
wonderful.

he didn't tell me that i'd be going along with him every time after that,
but i suppose
i should've known.