unrequited stargazing

we sat on the roof

mahogany tiles checkering our denim pockets

i wanted to dance with you

you wanted your conversations

with him to turn from blue to grey

my eyes found a star with the grace of a dove

(not you, that one, the smaller one up there)

i wished that you might stargaze

upon our twined fingers ("but we're just friends")

instead of the messages

that say 'read' on your screen

but perhaps i should have wished

that wishes came true

instead.