no contingency planning

i stole some stars
and hid them in my cupboard
waiting for you to come
so i could share them with you
we would sit there
and i would bring out the stars
look at your shining face
and your happy eyes
and your sparkling smile

but it all ended in nought
you chose the daytime
to come visit me
and all my stars
were just ugly rocks in your hands.

i stole the phrase ''stolen stars'' from this beautiful piece.