wednesday night i looked
up and realized
i had forgotten the
sky
transfixed by my (re)discovery
i stared until
stars (re)appeared
thousands by
the second
i (re)ached for your hand
forgot what we left east of us
as we escaped into central PA
meanwhile
stars continued to (re)appear
and the sky seemed so saturated
i half expected
it
to exhale.
the sieve and the sand 
really nice last stanza. makes up for the rest of the poem
that was kinda low
beautiful ned
rcribay i mean
nk, two things:
1. i know your secret identity
2. stop touching yourself
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
jk