Star Filled Dreams

We intertwined our suffering, braiding them
together with calloused fingers and lightweight laughter.
I met you halfway
through town every Friday night, watching you

emerge from the darkness in a thin leather jacket,
consumed by the smoke of your cigarettes. I’m not sure
what your eyes caught in its sea of blue
but you never failed
to smile at me, with a cheeky grin full of teeth.
We would sneak
up to the rooftop we claimed our own, turning our heads up
to gaze at the free stars. Jewels

that burned in the sky, brighter and freer
than we may ever be. The cool
air frosts our noses red while we

let out clouds of promises
plotting and planning
that one day,
we’d chase the stars
and every one of our dreams.
One day,
before we’re gray and old
we will be as bright and free
as the burning jewels
littering the sky
as God once deemed