My Star
The smell of the grass
After a fresh cut
The feel of a heavy blanket
Fresh out of the dryer
The sound of the ocean
As it meets the sand
The taste of cotton candy
At the fair in October
The sight of stained glass
Shimmering in the sun
Memories filled with smiles
Memories filled with you
Picnics
Muesuems
Cafes
Forests
Backroads
Nights when we were happy
The day when everything changed
It wasn't gradual
It was sudden
One day you were smiling
The next you were lost to me
I’ll never forget the call
Your mother bawling
I was numb
I am numb
I love you
And I love the star that you have become
Every night
I look to you
I hope you keep
A spot open for me
When I can join you
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