september tends to october,
the stars tend to the moon,
and i tend to my own heart.
there was farewell sunshine in september,
peaking through the clouds,
knocking at my door with a shy smile.
always knowing i’d open the door,
always know i’d be back. back for my own heart.
everything finds a way
to end
(even you and i),
i think about it in bed.
i run my fingers over the sheets.
lie my head on the cold pillow.
let it all happen for once. let it happen.
build it back from the start.
i see the stars in the sky, but so does
17, sitting in the edge of my room. she doesn’t speak to me much.
but 16 sees them too,
and we talk about the glow. 15
14
13
and there’s more stars than we can count. more
existence than could ever be desired. more
me than
i ever bargained for.
more love than i ever could have asked for.
and i don’t even have to
ask for this love,
it’s already mine.
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