secret to beauty

I’ve been waiting for the day
the sky picked up all my 11:11
wishes and sent them down
slowly, silently.

I’ve been waiting for the day the
sky told me I could relax and
forgive every person who has
wronged me because there’d only
be space for love then on and no
more space for the tension in my
back, so I could maybe fall back
and never look back.

I’ve been waiting for the day
the sky picked someone and
said to them, “She’ll never tell
you, she’ll never ask you, but
please take care of her just like
I do,” and stars would rain like
angels from the sky because
who wouldn’t listen to the sky?

I’ve been waiting for the day
the sky passed on my letters
and my notes and my tapes
to someone who’d read them,
someone who’d listen and
maybe they’d come, maybe
they’d say, “I’m here, I’m finally
here.”

Nobody, nobody.

Nobody ever knew what the sky
always knew. The sky always
heard and the sky always listened
so I’ve been waiting for the day
the sky’d finally tell all my truths
because

Who wouldn’t listen to the sky?

—  Lakshmi Nagaraj // Secrets and the sky.