Stare straight into the night.

Look into the stars.

The way they burn.

So cold, yet we know,

So alive.

I hear your footsteps.

Turn to see you.

The haunting in my dreams.

You acknowledge my presence,

Then walk past.

Staring down,

I feel my heart flutter and stir.

I sigh,

Although a part of me wants to scream in frustration.

If only I knew why.

Then I could remove the reason.

The reason that every time you walk by,

I forget to breathe.

The reason that every time you smile,

I have to will my heart to keep normal pace.

Why does the heart choose?
Why can't the head?
No one is meant to know.

So, sighing, I look up to the stars,

And return to my vigil.