in the writer's farm
you'll find me planted
my name's love

on the music's farm
thinkin' bout you
you humming

in all artists farms
i am their attire
sound color word

You whispered

And the Stars came into existence

It's beautiful

I don’t want to be the one who shies away
and loves you less

I don’t want to be the one asleep
while you’re awake

I don’t want to be the keeper of secrets
you cannot share

I don’t want to be the one you miss
—until I’m gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)