Virtually all that you are

I guess you too
have much to tell

I guess you have stories
kept from everyone
and secret cigarettes shared at dusk
with people with whom
you drank and laughed and cried
a few nights away

I guess you’ve loved someone
you pretended to hate
or the opposite
I guess you’ve kissed a stranger
- we’ve all had our fair share –
and have at least
two fears and one desire
that will die alone with you

I guess there’s more
but still I’m asking you:
have you ever been in a room
so filled with hate
you could actually fall back
and not hit the floor?

Into starlight.