from this view

from this view

cities glow

with their lanterns of fog

and it is hard

through sleepy eyes

not to be moody

and think of you

the baby wakes

I see one star

remember our conversations

of constellations

try not to think of you

I settle baby in

throw a wrap round both our shoulders

and supply her demand

these words filled my head

as soon as my lashes unhinged

and now I bury them here

and try not to think at all

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