She’s watching, jotting down all her thoughts and dreams and absent minded trains…
Waiting for the time when you ask her. That way, she’ll know what to say, how to say it and just the right way to sound.
She hopes that you’ll approve, want to hear more and listen with intent.
But she knows she’s wishing on a dying star, it’s so hard to keep it alive in the daylight.
Looking up and getting lost was a favorite memory with you, falling into the sky, drinking stardust and magic.
Falling into you, she wished she could stay forever. Where gravity no longer pulled her away, and she floating among the clouds and her absent minded dreams.
She’s watching now from the outside, fallen back to earth. Left to look up and get lost in her own thoughts.