on thursday night i looked at the moon through a telescope for the first time.
you said, "how is it that the moon is so bright? it's just rocks and dust."
and then you asked if the man in the moon was smiling.
not one thing is as beautiful as the night sky. untouched and perfected by a mountaintop. high above city lights and noise. summer is a beacon that i can't seem to find. i just can't forget last winter.
hold me and tell me that it won't come back. and if it does, hide my eyes and lie to me. i trust you more than anyone i've ever loved. everyone i've lost.
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