I placed them in the front pocket of my dirty blue jeans.
I so wish YOU could have see them… when I held them in my hand, they reflected hundreds of tiny moons.
I tucked them into my pocket, so I wouldn't disturb the neighbors.
They didn't notice.
I could hear their televisions… staged laughter and background music.
They were glued to their screens.
For a moment, I considered throwing my stars through their windows, so they would see them too...
I didn’t want to waste them.
There is a peace of mind, knowing they are safe and in my pocket.