The Star That Never Existed
I like to pretend in alternate universes
where everything is almost the same
just different in a few spots
under another sun
the two of us worked
we were good for each other
under another moon
we enjoyed the nights
without
vodka
without
blow
without
whatever pills i got from dude
i like to pretend in alternate universes
where your eyes were still beautiful
and i never felt like a fool
for looking into them
under another sun
we weren’t always
still drunk from the night before
under another moon
it didn’t just keep starting all over
where i know you are alright
sitting next to me on a summer night
—not much different than this one—
gazing up at the star that never existed
