You remind me of looking out of my bedroom window in the house I grew up in. The moonlight setting my face in a comforting blaze. I could feel every star reflecting on my skin until the world fell away. I always made a wish on the first one I saw. You are that first star, barely glancing my way as I pray. I clasp my hands together after just in case you come true. I'll remember the way I wanted to hold you.