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That starry night, with the city fast asleep,
you sneaked me up the rooftop,
to gaze at the bright stars adorning the night sky.
Laying on the cold cement floor,
your hands that held mine,
traced the word 'love' in the chill air,
as if drawing on the countless specks, in the dark ocean above.
And when your hands stopped,
you smiled, but something about it seemed off-
I swear I saw a hint of sadness in your eyes.
You smiled, yet again, and pointed at the sky,
"our love is written in the stars," you said,
I laughed under my breath and held you close,
your heartbeat, the only music to my ears.
Now, as I recall,
everything finally makes sense.
Our love was indeed written in the stars.
YOU ARE READING
To, My Long Lost Love
PoetryThis world may have broken us apart, but our story shall continue, even if it's just in these ever-flowing words in my head.
