Cherry cokes under this moonlit summer sky
Wishing on those ever-present shooting stars
And wondering why Pluto isn’t a planet anymore
There must be a reason why, you say
But I just don’t understand
Why it can’t be like all the others
The constellations begin to sing
The man on the moon is dancing
We are listening to their universal song
The North Star blinds me
I can only feel your hand in mine
Our breathing becomes rhythmic
As you reassure me that Pluto is, in fact,
Just like all the other planets
That are far above our glittering sky
I close my eyes, promised
That one day justice and the universe
Will be as present as your convincing words.