Goofy

I’m in space.

My only confidante is Pluto,

and the books say he’s no longer special.

 

I’m a bit Goofy when it comes to words.

I don’t know how to say

your smile is a lightning storm

that hits and charges through me.

Or that your mind is a supernova

that burns too bright for anyone else.

 

So I don’t.

 

I watch everyone else find their Daisy

and stand in an open field,

absorbing each lightning strike.

 

I smile and it’s as bright as empty space.

 

© Alicia Beavis