Softly

what is it that your heart aches for,

what is it that makes your head spin,

is it the sun or the moon that frees you
to be who you’ve always been?

what was it that once broke you,
what is it that threaded your wounds,
was it a person, a place, or something inside of you?

He looks into my eyes, and quietly,
what do you see when you
look at the moon?

as I walked away all I could think was

you             you             you

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