November 25, 2021

no stars

there are no stars
in the late november sky
only a shallow gray
like a knee to the neck

that day in the cemetery
i should have pulled you close
seen the stars in your eyes
felt your lips on mine
taken all you had to give
and never looked back

that day in the cemetery

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