Pink Star

If you close your eyes, you can see a pink star. It can't look back, but it's thinking of you. And, sometimes, on nights or days or afternoons that feel safe enough to sleep in, it holds itself while holding you, somewhere in its mind. Some say that it holds everyone; in the times it finds the time. Others say they've never felt it, so it can't, but that's not right.

Because you can't expect to speak every language in which you hear "I love you." You only know to smile after many learning years. Still somewhere she speaks it, though the words don't hit your ears. Not in sound, at least, like language, but in waves through space like radiation isotopes decaying. Open up your radiation ears. Learn to smile because you're loved by something far away. Somewhere far beyond the backs of eyelids, pink star hangs.