A/N: A little poetry thingy, from Cas to Dean. Well, I wrote it like that but it's not very obvious. I don't even know where this came from but whatever. So yeah, Prompt 46: Star.
I think of you.
I look up and I see the stars.
I think of you.
And I wonder,
Where on this lonely planet you are
Because it's lonely.
Without you.
I feel cold,
The sensation is new,
And I feel that it is slightly,
Abnormally good.
Cold. It is such a human feeling.
But, as I ponder this,
Sat on a park bench,
Gazing at the stars,
Being human doesn't seem all that bad,
If it means I could be with you.
The stars twinkle back,
The silent guardians.
Like me.
And I think of you.
