There are times when I want to keep talking;
talking,
talking,
and talking.
but I am too careful
to spend time talking
when I could be listening;
listening,
listening,
and listening.
knowing you through your words
your eyes
as they sparkle and dim
like the blinking stars
as you tell me
the stories from a world
where you were a part
of another set of aliens
and I was here in my planet
alone but breathing
unhappy but alive
nostalgic but present
I can see
how my planet
altered
to accommodate
you
I can see
how my planet
sighs
with every tale
of yours
I can see
how my planet
loves
to be put in its
place
and I say,
my planet looks brighter when you are in it.
_______
©VioletEden
27thAugust2017
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Vermillion
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