You pointed out the
Big Dipper to me
on the balcony
near the end of summer.
But I'll let myself forget
so you can show me again.
Just tell me more
about the stars,
my love.
Allow me to lose myself
in your constellations.
LR
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Swimming Lessons: Poems
PoetryI seem to be your new favorite novel. One that keeps you up at night, turning my pages. Fingers lingering on me so you don't lose your place. A poem from the poetry book.
