Half-chuckles flourishing in the night time scene Slow deep breathes connect us Staring into the darkened sky We waited
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I had a really great moment that I wanted to turn into a poem, but I just can’t finish it. I don’t know how to. Frankly I don’t know what we waited for.. Just waiting. I wish for someone to take what I started and finish it While I wait for something to come to mind And I may finish it myself