The stars are fading,
one by one,
and she’s the only one
still keeping count.
The stars are fading,
one by one,
and she’s the only one
still keeping count.
Some people don’t stay
like mountains do.
They arrive like weather —
soft, sudden,
changing the air around you.
They sit beside you
on ordinary days
and somehow
make them glow.
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