After we shut the lights off,

After she fell asleep,

I was still awake.

I would crawl out of the covers

And peer out the window.

The pane smelled of

Winter and old wood.

I could see clear down the mountain,

Lights of the city glimmered in the snowy night.

And when the clouds parted

From the other mountaintop,

I would gaze at the star

Perched on its peak.

And I would rest my head on my arms

Until my eyes became too heavy.

And I slid back into bed,

Only after I saw the star.

As I peer at the star for the last time,

I long for you again.

The stickers on your furniture

Only claim so much.

Of all the things, I would place my stickers

On this window,

On this view,

On this star,

And carry it with me everywhere. But

After this,

After you,

We are the only things left.