The stars I notice first
will always have my heart.
Though, I take no part
in finding constellations.
I’ll always look for the ones
I see first, on a new moon night,
when nothing but the stars' light
shines down onto the land.
Loss is weird,
It twist and churns
Rippling the current
that is my reality.
For a while,
I was so fine,
I was okay with
The cards I was dealt.
I accepted what was—
Young and dumb,
That’s what they say.
Instead my naivety was in the way.
Engine revving like a hum;
My reminder I could go anywhere.
All I had to do was drive without a care.
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