The Sun and Moon

Her light is overlooked.

Just as I arrive my lover leaves.

All I have are the stories the stars leave me with to get me through.

I go on for her.

My hope is that one day she and I will be one.

So then maybe she could stay.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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