Happiness

The night is cover,
In starlights.
The moon is nothing,
But a hangnail.
The forest is,
Calm.
Crickets are at,
Rest.
There is no one,
There.
I’m alone.
Should I hate it,
Or not.
I know it leaves,
A pain as I watch,
This alone.
Your not alone.
Oh,
It’s the other,
Me.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Then why are you,
Here?
Because your alone.
What’s your point?
I don’t like this,
To happen.
You think I,
Don’t need to be,
Alone.
No.
Thank you,
Nova.
Your welcome,
Nove.
We shall sit,
And look up,
At the sky.
Together.
Yes,
we should.
Like always.
For the last,
Ten years.
Happy eighteenth,
Birthday.
Nova…
Nove.
Such a nice,
Night.
Wish they end.
But they will.
And I’ll be,
Gone.
And I’ll wait,
To see you,
Again.
Like always.
What are sisters,
For.
Not trying to kill,
Each other.
That a joke.
Was it that,
Bad.
No comment.
Meanie.
Look a shooting,
Star!
Make a wish.
No you.
Both.
Count on three.
One…
Two…
Three…
I want,
Happiness.