the sun will shine

on our bones one day.


will you look at me the way i look at you?
when youre old and whithered and wrinkled,
when you can not walk, and it bothers you to talk?
what will you think when i tell you what to wear
and do not let you go out?
will you be humbled? will you be scared?
will you feel loved?

its a twinkle on a star not yet born,
but yet,
i'm still dreading wishing upon it.