Stargazing

Poetry Jessica Lu

As I’m putting ketchup on my omelette this morning I think of you

I think of you and how your French mother would “kill me if she saw that” I remember your hand on my waist While we made breakfast in my tiny flat The smell of Barcelona after the rain and the way you stuttered in broken Spanish otra cerveza To the bartender that first day

We searched for shooting stars above the Sahara as the warm sand whipped around us I had never seen anything like it before: They were intense sparks of light Dancing playfully across the night sky But their paths were unpredictable and the beauty fleeting

Please say you feel it too Say something Say anything?

Sometimes when I lie in bed I can still see your hand reaching for my shoulder Fumbling in the dark To say I’m sorry