It’s when I’m all alone,
on quiet nights
with nothing more than the thoughts
and memories of moments past
of all the times I wished would last long past forever
all faded and distant like the stars I count
one by one with hopes of spotting your soul and smile
dancing between them, glimmers of hope and reassurance
that one day, some day soon, I’ll be alright
with my world as it stands now.
Empty.
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