The best gifts I’ve ever received
are the glow in the dark stars
that you stick to your ceiling.
But it wasn’t until you came along
That I started finding patterns:
The curl of your hair
Or the slope of your calf,
Almost like I knew you’d be coming
When I placed them
The first time you saw them
Your arm was still wrapped
Around my waist
And your fingertips traced their patterns
Onto skin which already had their patterns memorized.
You asked, “Isn’t it hard to sleep
With all the light?”
And I wanted to tell you
That they reminded me
I was part of something bigger
But I found it hard to tackle the topic
Without tripping over my tongue.
While we were bored,
We rearranged them into different shapes.
Instead of your calf
Instead of your smile
A big dipper.
It didn’t help me forget.