when stars refuse;

soft mistakes made audible
by the thousands of inconsistencies
that plague this (you) & (i)
we call an (us)-
this thing that once was
that will never be.

settling disputes only
in the profound silences
of the present.

our conversations lack
punctuation
but
have an abundance of exaggerated emotions
expressed by impatient eyes &
crooked mouths questioning.

you, standing like you matter
-hands on hips-
& gaze to the stars,
& i, selecting the pavement
underneath.

words are spoken but never
taken into account.

[["They are not listening," I said.
You only looked and did not ask.
"The stars, they'll never listen."]]

uncertainty played about your stare
causing consideration to flood
my mind. so i explained

..."Your wishes are overlooked,
for wishes are solely conceded
to those with
((whole))
hearts."