For a long time,

I wished

prayed

begged 

upon the stars 

for a greater revelation

for a second chance

To the universe I threatened
pushed
provoked
I demanded
"I'm a fucking part of your universe,
if I die
a part of your universe dies with me,
don't you fucking forget about me."

And most (if not all) nights
the universe flips me off
and I return it
as I spill green tea over my fucking keyboard
for the 3rd time that night

And I would head out
and look at the skies
and I feel a little smaller
and I feel a little better
when I realize

That every constellation is you.

- N L, 27 Sept