Salvation and Disaster
I took them as a sign —
each star that fell,
I thought of you,
and wished as well.
Hoping maybe
it could be true:
that stars grant dreams
and lead to you.
You were my calm,
my second chance.
The solid ground,
the steady stance.
You built me up
from scattered ash —
but I,
I burned it down too fast.
Now here I sit,
beneath the night,
where nothing’s wrong
but nothing’s right.
And quietly,
I ask the sky:
was I
what you
needed?
Or just
a lie?
Copyright © Sarah Moncada | Year Posted 2015
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