Night sky

I can liken almost anything to the stars, the sky, the beauty in something as simple as the wind. But with you, all words are torn from my chest, and I forget how to speak. I simply shy away, because I know everything I have to say is dull and uninteresting in comparison.

I am one water in a vast many, and expect no special glance or word,
but when we stop on the street
and appreciate the night sky,
I only notice how it is far less beautiful
than you.



goodnight.