Sometimes I want to ask you
what you thought when you left.
I want to ask if it hurt you
as badly to walk away
as it was for me to watch you leave.
I want to know
if the dull ache in my chest whenever my heart beats alone
is mirrored in yours.
I hope you still look for the star we named when the sky goes dark.
why you left.
I would ask you all of these,
if I thought you would answer. And I wonder
if you, too, have questions
you'll never ask me.