Though You are Fading

I have loved and still I am
afraid. Look at stars buried
in their sky; one part light,
the other sleeplessness.

Night, the house where hearts
are laid to rest; our fathers
walked away and we were left
to find eachother. Like stars

always in their beds, imagined
or otherwise, making light or
stealing it. Remember, that we
had loved and that will save us.

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