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FOGGY STARS
My thoughts have become an amalgam of all the things he is made of,
I do not recall when this happened,
Somehow he has marked every inch of my existence,
I was too busy lost in his maze to pay attention,
It is almost unnoticeable...,
The way my mind slowly drifts from the reality of this world to his,
I do not wake up from this daydream until it is too late,
And even then,
Part of me wishes I stayed asleep,
I often get these nostalgic feelings even when he's not gone,
As if the bittersweetness of it all is too much for the present to handle,
I try to let it stay with me for a while,
let myself be okay with what the moment can offer me and not ask for more,
....I have not succeeded yet,
Maybe,
If I had any power at all,
I would have made a path out of nothingness to get to him,
If I had any power at all,
I would have told him that all my secrets were only for him to know,
If I had any power at all,
I would have told him I saw the stars in the fog that night,
I tried to trace their edges to make out his face,
The sky became my screen and showed me all his flaws,
I would have told him,
his cuts look a bit like mine,
he feels a bit like home.
~Unconventional~
