missing: box of stardust

 I have forgotten

How to love

how to fall sincerely,

deeply, honestly,

over and over again

There is a young girl

Alone in a bedroom somewhere

Or perhaps in a high school auditorium 

Or maybe a meadow.

I hope sincerely that she's by herself

Instead of surrounded by hungry men

like starving wolves.

I hope she's collecting stardust

I hope she has it,

kept safe and sacred in a music box

Perhaps all that's left

is to find it and open it

I really hope she's hidden it well

I hope she's collected enough.