disappearing stars

a dark blue
hard covered
notebook and
a silver key;
twenty-six
in the alphabet
and five letters;
i would
paint a million
little memories
with seven numbers
in the rain;
the stars
keep falling
down; stay
here with me,
hold my hand
and lean on
my shoulder;
let’s watch
the stars
disappear
into the asphalt.

T. E. Pyrus

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