If ever,
It feels as though I’m too far away.
Look to the stars
And count each one all the way back to me
As I watch your eyes sparkle brighter than the infinite night sky I hide behind
Where I have written you millions of metaphors in the skies of all the ways that I’m always by your side

But if ever, they escape into a blanket of darkening clouds.
I will write them in braille so you could trace them into constellations with the ridges of your finger
Whenever you are too blind to see the words...