The wheels of the
wheelchair sounded
w ei rd
as it rolled over the asphalt,
your arms p-u-s-h-i-n-g
me forward.
"Where are we going?"
You leaned down
and with minty breath
tickling my ears,
you whispered, "It's a surprise."
Doors to my unknown destination opened,
draping night sky peppered with the brightest of stars over
us.
And as you leaned on the railing,
eyes looking at the sky, I knew that you were
still my stars twinkling n i g h t s k y.
Still my 'stargazing.'