he looks down at me and lifts my chin with his finger.
my eyes rest lowly on the ground.
in dark moments of deep despair, i have wished for this moment.
to meet him face to face.
for my questions have singed the facets of my soul
and yet,
here he is.
at night laying down i look up at the stars.
i ask him for the impossible,
hoping for a shooting star.
i cast wishes upon their tails.
when tears fall from red and green eyes,
i call him to take me home.
my arms shoot up from my body
reaching for what i can only feel.
he moves his eyes to meet with mine.
a perfect calm moves through my cavity.
a flicker through his expression;
i think i've had enough,
i think i've had enough,
he says, "say when".
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