all of your faces
on the canvas
of the night sky.
the twinkling trajectory
of all that's been.
i tried to show her
last night.
that's my life right there
i said.
all she saw were stars.
and wanted me
to give rest
to my tired eyes.
My tired eyes.
as if she didn't know me at all.
when i go back
there will be
one star less tonight.
but she won't notice.
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