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A star - in the distance of the great black expanse. It's vaguely unnerving, the speck-of-white against the endless-black. You told me you felt a trickle, a spurt, a scream of joy from the yawning oblivion within, raising your arms as though since you were unable to touch the sky, there was reason to believe it would come down to meet you.
Falling it goes. Down and down, past all the other specks of glowing dust, somehow stronger, truer than the rest. You told me too you felt like falling as well, your heart shriveled up and folded away, tucked neatly in a drawer.
Running you went, running as fast as you could on those legs, weak as they were during those days. Running to meet the star as it crash-landed behind the frangipani tree, crying out in pretend-surprise when you exclaimed at its disappearance.
The crying goes on forever, in the eternal palindrome of memories.
It's day now. Immense white-blue subdues cosmic dark-black (for the moment).
You're a star now. Invisible and laughing up there, watching over me, just like you used to do.
I miss you so much, it hurts to try to get you back, if only in words for a little while.
Falling it goes. Down and down, past all the other specks of glowing dust, somehow stronger, truer than the rest. You told me too you felt like falling as well, your heart shriveled up and folded away, tucked neatly in a drawer.
Running you went, running as fast as you could on those legs, weak as they were during those days. Running to meet the star as it crash-landed behind the frangipani tree, crying out in pretend-surprise when you exclaimed at its disappearance.
The crying goes on forever, in the eternal palindrome of memories.
It's day now. Immense white-blue subdues cosmic dark-black (for the moment).
You're a star now. Invisible and laughing up there, watching over me, just like you used to do.
I miss you so much, it hurts to try to get you back, if only in words for a little while.