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It’s lonely here.

Everything seems to be attached to

something else.

Everything but me.

I awake in the morning

without even the sun on my face.

I walk the streets alone

feeling broken and out of place.

And when the day is done

I am only one.

I have nothing of my own except

my memories and my commitment to you

that is out of date.

I look up at the stars

and imagine you’re looking at them too.

Thinking of me?

If I only knew.

I look up at the stars and wonder what you see.

And if it would be different

if you were looking at them next to me.