Open your blinds every night and gaze at all gods glory.
Don't sleep because you'll probably miss it if you do.
You might miss the brief moment when he looks up at the dotted night.
And I guess it doesn't matter and you'll never know if you miss it or don't.
But there's something painfully beautiful about waiting for something you can't know if you've missed or not.
The both of you seeing the dark night at the same time.
Like beautiful because it reminds you of the first and only time you laid out your entire soul for his eyes.
For his soul.
But this soul of a night has an infinite amount of light and you can't look away.
We won't look away.
don't look away.
And you're staring and wishing that this could have been what his soul saw that one time.
That one time.
That maybe this is what it would have felt like.
