So maybe tonight is just thoughts

of love and the state of friendships

and things lost.

Of possibilities, regrets, and hopes.

Things that shine despite their age

and wear, and thoughts of gifts

that I don’t feel worthy to receive.

And nights when skies fill with

light from galaxies unfathomably

far away. Of huddling under

blankets, whispering secrets and

making plans that are lost

but not forgotten.

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