You Are.

Here, have some prose about me and someone.


3. 3.

It’s 3:15, and the night is still
when I wake to the stifling heat 
of a summer bedroom.
I sip at warm, stagnant water 
from a glass on my desk,
and wait for the cool air to creep
through the cracked open window.
As I do this, I look up at the sky, 
and whilst the clouds are there,
some stars shine through.
Weak in the early morning, they’re fading,
but they still sparkle like your smile
and they still shine like your eyes.

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