we clung to,moments within unmade beds and dirty dishes creating homes, inside our heads. paralleling our now, and thens, unmet wishes and avoided conversation. you see, we talked and, questioned what lived within the stars? as our constellations reached separate universes. you see, our 2am thought process grew overshadowed by our 7am drive-bys of surfaces not yet experienced. Rightfully so. And, as we forked in the road to separate zip codes, we slowly released the others person our stars meant for different narrations; a bit hopeful.