Stars

I remember the days When we would talk lengths When, slowly, our words Would mingle Into the common image Our eyes saw, With mine exploring yours And yours squandering mine. I remember the nights When we would sit by the lake Covered with your jacket Wrapped in each other's arms Counting the countless stars Feeling the cold breeze Against the warmth we shared. But today, When I count the stars I count one more. Which shines the brightest. It winks at me Each time I am low. With whom I spend my nights. My eyes exploring the star And star squandering mine. -Vipin Pratap