Can we go back to the time
When we used to lay under the stars
And trace our fingers along the sky
And create our own constellations?
Can we go back to the time
When we used to turn on all the fairy lights in our room
And stare at each other while I read my poems to you
And you used to smile
God, do I want that smile back.
I want every part of you that used to be mine.
I wanted you to look back at me
The night you said goodbye to me for the last time.
I was crying because I had lost you.
You were smiling because you had found her.
