The stars splatter the sky like they were born to take your breath away

I often wonder if it’s all some sort of cruel joke

Driving into the sunset

Thinking about how if the sun was to explode

The first thing we’d do is whip out our cameras to capture its beauty

A year and a little has gone by

I keep you locked up still

I’m too stubborn, my mother likes to tell me

I’d like to imagine my therapist would say the same

My parents will not let me get a therapist

This year instead we journeyed back along the shore

Right past a pond where I fell apart for the very first time

A summer unlike our own

Where I couldn’t prevent you from the same fate