In the midst of a strange city,
I stare across the busy crowd.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face—
Waiting in vain,
Behind this window pane.



Lost Stars

Both of us are stars.

But we’re made from two different skies.

So we wouldn’t collide,
So we’d always seem to hide

from each other,
We’d never have a single light year to shine on each other’s life,

Nor share gases of tears with each other’s dying night.

We’re nothing but a speck of dust in the galaxy,

And one day we’d just face our end,
And one day we’d just wake up to this reality.