i can't help but hope that, when i die, im transported back to my old kitchen table, hearing my parents laugh at my brother's jokes as we enjoy a classic dinner: warm mac n' cheese with green beans and a pot roast. i can't help but hope i'm trapped in the moment where school announces a snow day on a friday, and i'm outside with my best friend laying in soft walls of powder while thick, fluffy flakes fall to the ground, almost silently. i hope i'll see my neighborhood friends on my lawn, and we'll sit and watch the summer sunset as we catch our breath like we always used to do. i can't help but hope that, when i die, i'm given another chance, and i don't lose sight of my dreams.

- m.j.m

my scattered stars

I'm...stuck in a dream. The hands brushing my face...I've known them across lifetimes. The face unforgettable, though I can't remember it. I knew you when we were lifeless - simple souls intertwined, inseparable. When were we torn apart? When was it that you promised we would see each other again? When will we be reunited? Am I supposed to spend my whole life wanting to find you? What tore us apart?

This amnesia...do you have it too? Are you somewhere knowing that I exist, waiting to find me? Wanting to see my face again, but not knowing what it looks like? Do you feel me in those lonely corners of the night, when the moon is tucked away but somehow casting light?

It's as if I am a universe and you are the stars scattered within me.

I will love you forever, even if I cannot remember where you are.
I know I will find you again because I am but a lonely universe and you the glowing stars. 

- m.j.m