WHY DO WE WHISPER TO THE STARS OUR FORGOTTEN
SECRETS THAT WE CANT EVEN MUTTER UNDER
OUR BREATH TO THE PEOPLE SURROUNDING US?
WHY DO WE SPILL OUR DAY INTO THE NIGHT WHEN
THE MOON GAZES BACK AT US WITH NOTHING TO
UTTER BACK BUT LIGHT?
WHY DO WE TRY TO TALK TO THE SPACE BETWEEN
THE STARS, THINKING THEY'LL UNDERSTAND
THE PAIN WE RACK OUR BODIES THROUGH
EACH DAY?
WHY CAN WE SCAR THE SKY WITH SUCH
WORDS WHEN WE CANNOT EVEN RELY
ON THE CHATTERING BONES THAT LIE
ALIVE NEXT TO US?
— why can the night learn my secret when i can't even mutter them to family?
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SUN SETTING
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