THIS STAR IS FOR ALL OF US
Yes, my beloved. Long before I met you
I had waited for you. I had always waited for you.
When I was a child and my mother saw me being sad
she’d lean down and ask. What is it my boy?
I’d keep silent. I would only look over her shoulder
at a world without you.
And as I would go back and forth with the pencil
it was as if I was learning to write songs for you.
When I’d touch the wet glass of the window it was
because you were late
when at night I’d stare at the stars it was
because I missed your eyes
and when my door bell rang and I opened
no one was there. However somewhere in the world
your heart was beating.
This way I lived. Always.
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