I wonder if the stars ever feel cheated

 

I wonder if the stars ever feel cheated.

They hang there,so far away, so shiny, so beautiful..only to watch lovers beneath them give their light away to someone else. I feel like that sometimes..a silent witness to things I will never own, moments that aren’t mine but haunt me as if they are.

Did you run your fingers through her hair the way I wish you had only run them through mine? 

Did you tuck it behind her ear with the tenderness of a sculptor perfecting his masterpiece? 

Did you hold her hand just a little tighter in the cold, like you were trying to keep her from the frost?

 I keep wondering..was your breath also in sync with hers just as mine ?

Did you pull her closer in sleep, not as a conscious thought but as instinct, like the earth pulls the moon into orbit you know just the way you do it to me.?

Did you buy her roses, or lilies, or something softer, like daisies?

 Did you smile when you handed them to her? Or maybe you placed them on her pillow? I will never know.

Did you trace the curve of her lips with the tip of your thumb?

Did you lean in, just a little too close, as if you were testing the space between you and her, wondering how far you could get without falling completely in? 

Did she breathe in, holding the space between your lips, waiting for the kiss that would never need words?

Did you laugh with her in the way you once laughed with me, a sound that felt like the world had paused just to listen to it? 

Did the echo of her laughter makes you giggle in the same way mine used to ?

Did your hands find their way to her back the way mine did, pulling her in, grounding her to you with a simple touch that said more than words ever could? 

Or maybe you slid your hand around her waist, fingers brushing against her skin with just enough pressure to make her feel like she belonged to you, the way you do to me. 

Was it as natural as when your fingers would find the small of my back, your touch always with a little more intent, a little more care, as if you were marking your place in the world?

Did you let her sleep on your chest, the rise and fall of your heartbeat becoming a lullaby, a rhythm she could never forget? 

Did she trace your jawline with the same curiosity I do, fingers grazing your skin as if she were trying to learn every part of you, trying to memorize you for the moments when distance would be the only thing separating you?

Did you share stories, moments of vulnerability, ones that you thought only I would understand?

 Did you open up in the same way you once did with me, or did the words fall flat, muffled by the walls you built between you and her?

Did she also liked you with the mustache on and messy hair,or you still like trimming it because once she liked you that way?

Did she also told you darker shades suits more on you or you still wear whites for her?

Did she ever cooked for you? or you cooked for her? or does she know you like the meat fried till it becomes a little red?

Did she ever ironed your clothes with the happiness I had do? 

Did she feel your hands tracing on her skin, fingers pressing into the small of her back like you do to me, as if you are leaving marks that only you can understand?

Did she ever feel your teeth on her cheeks you know, how you bite mine?

Did she know the taste of you, how your lips brush mine when you're pulling me ?

Did she ever lay beneath you, feeling the heat of your breath against her neck, your pulse in sync with hers ?

When you pull me in close, when your hand finds my waist in the dark, did she know that place too, the way your palm feels when it presses into me, grounding me, making me feel like I’m all that matters, like I am your only one?

Did she feel your warmth in the night, as you pulled her under the blankets, fingers brushing against the curve of her hip?

Did she hear the same things I hear when you whisper in my ear, sweet nothings and promises you know I crave?

When you touched her, did you feel the same way you feel when you touch me? Or you close your eyes, remember her and hold me even tighter.

 So, I sit here, wondering if the stars will ever forgive the lovers for ignoring their light.

 If the stars ever feel cheated.