I remember the night of ‘star dust’
Though now more like a vivid dream
After everyone was fast asleep,
But we just couldn’t say good night.
Huddled near for the sake of being closer,
Hands tangled tight like tree roots.
We now talk about things like hair roots
And how one day we’ll be dust.
Speaking words that could stand to be closer,
And huddling near is usually just a dream.
Visiting drives turn day to night,
When tired bones lye to sleep.
I hope you’re with me for the closer.
When the bright light shuts our eyes to sleep,
And we get to soar through air as dust.
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