Looking back on, when we were seventeen,
not adults, but almost out of our teens.
We'd sit on the lawn barefoot near the fire pit,
and you'd tell me about your day bit by bit.
we'd be singing our favorite songs in our tune,
I looked at your cheeks, your dimples
complemented the crescent moon.
The night slowly moved along as I warmed your cold feet,
from the depleting pit's heat.
You slowly pointed at the sky afar,
I saw your twinkling eyes, and you that,
you were counting stars.
Now I sit alone, on the same lawn,
the grass a bit grown, but near the same fire pit.
Maybe it's the hazy clouds or my teary eyes,
that would hide the moon and the starry sky.
But I still point at the sky afar
you moved on love, but I am still
counting stars.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
This is the first poem written on December 3, 2022.
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