You stole the moon for me.
I lost myself in the constellations
I traced along your skin
the night becoming a vacuum;
something ours alone.
I bottled your sweet sighs
while you weren’t watching,
memorized the flutter of your eyes
and the songs we kissed to
will play over and over again in my head;
~ Joseph A. Pinto
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