Would the stars have saved you, Love,

If we would have gone,

As you wanted to, to see them

On that night they fell?

Now I'm looking back on you.

Now I see your falling,

And know it happened many light years ago,

Tho it is only now appearing 

In my night sky.

But tonight, I dreamed I rang your number,

And somehow, you picked up

The phone,

And answered me in distracted syllables

That you couldn't return now,

For you were finally getting some writing done.

So, happy writing to you, Love!

Happy writing to you!

I'm sure it will be beautiful

And breathtaking as the meteoric dazzle

Your mind has always provided,

And I'm genuinely happy for you.

-jenn