every night
cygnus flies a little further to the west
and cassiopeia sits
in her throne a little higher
surveying what what does she see
there are stars aplenty
in the city of a different sort
here it's something else maybe better
but lonelier maybe that's okay
every night before bed
i watch the stars from the porch
they're familiar now
falling stars are grace notes
i look until my eyes want to close
and look some more
and think my sad thoughts and miss people
but it's okay i don't know how to do it any other way
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2016-08-05 at 06:48




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