She was listening
When we wished
upon the same Falling Star,
Too shy to admit
twin needs; appetites;
open wounds; scars
with shared boundaries.

That First Night,
she recognized
the Light
leaking from your eyes;
the muffled boom
of a Guarded Heart.

She watched me
peel off
dented armour;
hang my rusting shield
up, high.

Shaking her brilliant head,
She
sighed.
Would have lit up,
if she carried a smoke.

Instead,
took a seat
on the back porch steps,
and
cried.