Stardew

Dew blinked like stars, lending their tiny light, attaching to the tall stalks of verdant green grass occupying the entire field. I watched, alone, the final warm hues of the sunset submitted to the darkness of night as it always did, day after day, night after night. Sometimes I wished it would fight back, chase night after night away so I wouldn’t have to face the darkness.

The little stars littered bellow my feet stopped twinkling. It was so dark now; I knew nothing of the time I spent thinking of you. I just want to listen to every moment, I just want to listen to every sound. And, in my mind I capture every little star that is your words but I am still scattered among the clouds. With your words jumbled beneath my toes, I pray that I am not alone as I wait for you to come find me, but even the darkness does not recognize me.

Yet here I am, dancing among all of the stars that I can not see. They lift me up and I fly like a bird, my happiness growing like a balloon, delicate and fragile. Here I am, dancing with your words suspended around my head. Your voice reaches me like a snowflake but melts just as quickly. Memories blur to nothing. But I know every sound. I am alone here even though my mind bristles with a longing that gives me hope. Even though I am alone in this field, even though it is my toes alone that trace the stardew, in my mind I am with you.