I can’t get you out of my mind.
What is it like with all that
green and opportunities to spare?
Are the constellations still in your eyes?
Or have you fed us enough lies?
Am I really a no one to the moon?
Reality is not all what it seems.
But I hear your laughter three states over,
so I can’t help but wonder.
Is everything a carnival mirror?
Or do you keep some goodness
stuffed in the back?
Could I achieve everything I want
without even seeing you?
Could I get constellations in my eyes too?
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn