but only when

i'll hide in the corner of the sky

so you wouldn't even see me if you squinted extra hard

and furrowed your brows

and shut the world out with a visor made from 

your little hands cupped over your little face

your same hands that knew me and my hands

our hands were almost as good of friends as we were --

but when you looked up at the corner of the sky, if you did actually see me,

you could mistake me for a star.

will you, please, mistake me for a star?

i don't want to be found, just admired from afar 

and wished upon

i imagine it would feel brilliant

your eyes ablaze     &

you are mesmerized by a corner of the sky

i am hidden in;

you ask if that's going to change

i say yes,  when morning comes.