A year in stars

A year of stars

Of things foretold to be

What I could control

What I could not

And what

Shaped me

A year of stars

Of twinkling light

Of wishes

Coming into sight

Of constellations

Guiding the night

A year of Stars

Of lessons learned

And taught

Of things I can now

see

Cupid’s arrow

Shining

Sharp

Pierce my skin

Pierce my heart

Cupid’s arrow

Bringing to me

People I love

Friends I can’t leave

Cupid’s arrow

An assorted hue

Brought color to the world

A gift

And something to lose

Light comes from love

And shines bright enough

To obscure all

For when a light is blinding

You can’t watch where you fall

You can’t see in front of you

And you know

You can see what you’ve experienced

And illuminate

What you must let go

Radio silence

A term used to convey

A complete

And utter

Lack

Of communication.

No words are exchanged

Either for the safety of those involved

Or because there is nothing to say

Nothing at all anymore

Radio silence

The cords were snipped

Wires torn out

Yet the light still pulsed

Waiting

Wanting

For me to pick up the headset

Turn on the microphone

And speak

Radio silence

That i could no longer maintain

But how was i to know

That when i finally switched that flip

Grabbed the microphone

That it would be the sign you were waiting for

To disconnect entirely

A year of stars

Of work

Of friends

And of things

Better left forgotten

A year if starts

A sparkling sea

That I

Was utterly lost in