In the Stars

You and I were written in the stars long ago.

I think we saw that together once, laying back on the hood of your car in the cemetery

sharing stories, holding hands, hidden away from everyone and everything else.

One of your favorite places, shared with no one but me.

We have lived several lives since that night,

together and apart and together again,

but when I look up at the sky on a clear summer night,

even now, even states away, no matter where we are,

I think of you, of us, and I fall in love all over again.