Skyline

I’ve tattooed fantasies into the skyline. Carved them deep into the bodies of planets and stars. They ring deep like belly growls. They hunger for you. They call for you. Like I have called for you. From the deep. From the depths of everything. I have wanted to gift you these lands. These agents of cosmology. But, you left me. Quietly in the night. You packed your bags and roamed the Universe. I was left with these presents. These memories of you. Now I paint the skyline with poems. Hoping you hear them in your travels. Of the woman I love. They’ll share it like the Bible. And maybe you’ll know. You’ll know that I never stopped loving you.

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