The cards

The cards.

Talking to you makes me believe,
In stars and cards and fate, they weave.
In the spreads that seem to show,
A story of us, I ache to breathe.

The moon feels nearer when you’re on my mind,
As if the heavens are sweetly aligned.
Your voice is a pull I cannot fight,
A comfort that warms the coldest night.

I never believed in signs before,
But now I search and wish for more.
The way you speak, the things you do,
Make all the myths feel soft and true.

The nights feel longer, the hours slow,
When you’re not here, I miss you so.
And talking to you makes me believe,
In stars and cards, and the love they weave.

–Rachel Dcruz