Wednesday, June 1, 2022


Every night
I look up at the stars
so dull and tiny as they hide
from the glaring city.
And it's like I take a snapshot 
of the ever darkening sky
and file it away in some secret place.
Where someday I'll make a flip-book in my head
of all the nights I sat alone
in my celestial tribute to you.
And maybe the blurring of the stars
as they whorl and dance 
around inside my skull
will be so magnificently bewildering
that I'll finally forget
that I did it all for you.

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