How can I help
to not look at you
when your stars are glistening
on my ceilings?
How can I bear
the fear of height
when jumping off is what it needs
to fly?
How can I stand
the remaining gaps
when no conveyance can carry
our thoughts?
How can I choose
not to write about you
when our stories are not yet
to inscribe?
How can I stop
singing lullabies
when none of our souls
are weary?
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