A Book of Stars

Last night,
I planned to sleep
at ten...
But I took out my notebook
filled with a hundred poems
I wrote for you,
and read them
one by one
next to my window
that was littered with
glimmering stars.
It's been a while
since I read these poems,
and I cried
after reading
one poem here and there,
remembering you,
and how I loved you.
I knew that you'd never
read them,
but I pretended that
you did.