You once looked at me
as if I hung the stars
above your sleep.
I never told you
they envied the way you made me.
Now I move softer,
moonlight pooled at my heels,
and wonder if you still dream
me into your nights.
Don’t tell me.
I’d rather pretend
your silence is devotion.
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