He told me about constellations,
and I was there listening to him
He shared about the beauty of stars and the moon,
and I was there looking intently at him
He reiterated how much he
wants to be an austranaut before
to see those things and
to explore the universe
He doesn't know I already saw it all
starting from the constellations
to the moon
Only if he know it's in his eyes,
in his laughter and in his arms
I call him my universe.
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Promissory Note
Poetry"How many promises are turned into sorry?" *** Date Started: 05-23-20 Date Ended: 05-26-20