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Aug 16
She asks me a question, I don’t hear
I’m too distracted by the stars
She asks again…. my greatest fear
Not knowing who you are

I close and open my eyes, but am still blinded
I joke, how bright the stars shine
She grins…. as if she could read my mind
I smile, while in the background plays Walk the Line

She asks me how many stars I see
I tell her, I only gaze to the brightest one
The same one that stares back at me
Her smiles widens and becomes brighter than the sun

The red from her hair fades into her cheeks
Here I am frozen on a Tuesday afternoon
Not knowing a moment like this could make me so meek
And wishing this moment wouldn’t go by so soon
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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