We are all stars, living quietly
in the skies of someone else’s memories.
And it feels gentle to admit this now,
you were a light, a small, steady shimmer
in my sky.
Thank you for those days.
I keep returning to them,
realising, each time,
how softly beautiful they were.
Again.
And again.
- appu
in the skies of someone else’s memories.
And it feels gentle to admit this now,
you were a light, a small, steady shimmer
in my sky.
Thank you for those days.
I keep returning to them,
realising, each time,
how softly beautiful they were.
Again.
And again.
- appu
