Stardust Echo
Tune in, turn it loud.
Echos scream through
every empty room. Silence.
The broken things we've become.
A feeling like looking into space,
starry landscapes & realizing.
Everything is burning,
& only a memory.
Love like Deja Vu.
Lucid. Turn it down,
Before the neighbors
turn us in, again.
Sunrise arrives with
thoughts of when
your body was brushed,
through rigid blinds & black
fucked up curtains, stained
from strife & stardust.
All the nights we fell into each other
until the constellations could find
their way back to us.
This poem is about:
Me
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