Good Morning Starshine

Watching, waiting,
estimating.

Rooms of silence,
tears of regret.

Memories I don’t want,
blocking everything else.

Sleepness nights melt
into worried days.

The stars, the stars,
they hang suspended in the night.

A call.

Tears on faces.

Outside,

I look.

One more star hangs in the sky.

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