sitting quietly on the bench,

looking up at the night sky—

a vast, gaping abyss,

alive with brightly shining stars,

a reflection in my eye,

all looking down at me,

looking up at them—

a smirk crosses my face and

lingers there.

whatever souls are made of,

i saw mine out there.

i close my eyes and

press my fingertips against my eyelids,

trying to imprison,

within my mind,

an image

i never wanted to forget.

whatever beauty is,

it’ll never compare.

[ photo: photo by @seamlessoo ]

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