A Projector Screen.

"And she'll be home."

I've never seen so many stars,
never been so content in another's arms.

When I look in those
eyes,
my walls torn down,
and see a vulnerability
that matches my own,
I can do nothing but breathe peace,
and thank God.

My heart keeps on beating,
though I'm sure it will stop when he's
near.

My lungs keep on breathing,
though I'm sure they will stop when he's
gone.

What gets me, though,
is that he'll never really be gone.
No,
all I have to do is look up and see
us
in the night sky,
manifest as the small twinkling lights
that refuse to
ever
go out.