Lying beneath the sky
after my day's hustle
I watched you soar
a rare specie indeed
at dusk you retired
at dawn you returned
In my innocence,
I loved to watch
as you moved
In my innocence
I struggled to know
do you ever fight?
do you ever miss your way?
In my twenties
I wondered
where were you from?
where were you headed?
who was your lead?
My night crony
If I could send you this letter
telling you tales of my wait
would you read it?
would I see you again?
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