each and every moment
is a sky full of stars
until he turns to her
I’m bursting and bursting
with leftover butterflies
from weeks and weeks and lifetimes ago
and then she leaves simple things,
a scarf on the wall,
shoes by the door
he glances at the simple things and
lights up from the inside
and I’m a shadow on the wall
he meets her eyes
and my heart explodes
green
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