Travis Schuhardt resides in Freehold, New Jersey and currently attends NYU’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study, where he is pursuing a concentration in literature and poetry. When not writing, he can be found asleep in his bed.
Starlight
I’m not a very observant person –
I can’t, for example, tell you
what the stars looked like
on any given night,
or what you were wearing
the last time I saw you.
Instead, I just imagine
us laughing in the moonlight,
in some empty field,
after driving hours and hours
to find the perfect spot
which, to me, will look like any other spot
of a picture I never took,
but I’ll try anyway, to capture
you and the trees and the stars.
So please forgive me for staring
at your hands in the parking lot of your college dorm,
or at your dress that I think was blue, but can’t remember,
or, if we’re being honest, at your lips
shining just a little in the night air
like starlight bending around the tops of the nearest trees
just far enough away to touch.