Constellation Eyes

I go back to that silent evening
when we were more than friends,  
but less than lovers.
Outside, we stood inches apart,  
gazing at the stars.
You pointed out Orion’s belt;  
I looked, but couldn’t see the shape.
Wind gently played with my hair.
You calmed it with your soft touch,
tucking it behind my ear. 
All I wondered was if you loved me.
I just smiled and nodded and stared at your brown eyes
that sparkled brighter than your constellations.
Night grew colder and I wanted to step closer.
You offered me your jacket
and slipped it on over my shoulders.
I felt your warmth and inhaled your sweet smell.