ether

Sitting in the park same bench since the second time we met. Cigarette butts and evening grass and strangers stare–still. I don’t look down on you, I’m just tall. But you look up across the sky. You said Virgo and Libra go just well Well, As Astraea was a poet's pen yet still a hypocrite— She chose darkness and left the balance scale to adrift in zero gravity. It's quite how our story is Isn't it? Now we walk side by side, hands in pockets. It’s not that cold outside. I’m trying to solve crosswords in our words There is black coffee bitterness— I’m too young for that. But you look for answers in stars. Maybe if you didn’t look that far, when I’m right here, so close to you