Stargazing – Poem by Me

we look up at the stars, like any other Friday night
something feels different- maybe it's the dizziness from
being up so high from this lookout point, maybe it's the 
dazzling lights of the city down below. who thought

our suburban town shined so brightly in the nighttime
hours. you don't speak, and neither do i. we might as 
well be strangers, just looking at the sky and letting
life happen to us, two separate narrative unfolding right

here, by the beat-up dirt path and your beat-up car while
we wear beat-up clothes and beat ourselves up in our
heads about how things just aren't the same anymore
and we don't know what we did to ruin them or more 

importantly, how to fix them

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I really want to go stargazing at a lookout point sometime this summer; I know there’s probably tons of them in southern California where I live, but I’ve actually never been to one. Please feel free to share feedback or writing challenges in the comments of this post. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

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