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The Stars Had It All Wrong
A Poem
was thinkin’ you’d be waitin’ for me
all these years and ends later
but you left me high and dry,
the drought of you in summer
happy, they said, was for us —
though no one could have told us
just how rocky the road would be
or how violent the storms
you’d be tellin’ me right about now
that I was thinkin’ too much, too deep,
enough to drown my mind in colors
too much for any one person
maybe I was waitin’ on shootin’ stars
to tell me the paths to take —
’cause waitin’ on you brought no peace
to this whirlwind brain of mine
but you were picture pretty,
too much a beauty for me,
and I was longin’ for meaning
while your eyes were still wanderin’
how did I chart those stars so wrong —
thinkin’ the constellations promised
us a chance of forever and ever —
but nothin’ could save us
even now, ev’ry time I see your face
it’s easy to think of has-been’s
and so many glowin’ what-if’s —
that fadin’ idea of you and me
Originally published on Simily
