As A Teenager

As a teenager,
I hated streetlamps,
trees, and car headlights,
because they hid the stars from me,
on those long journeys home
from my grandparent's house.


I stood there by the side of the road
the car in darkness, lights off
staring up, tears of silver trickling,
as I looked at the stars,
seeing myself reflected in them,
lonely and unnoticed.


Looking up at the stars
on those long journeys home,
breath fogging the glass
of the car windows,
and sleeves smearing it,
trying to clear the view.


The End

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