Saturday, June 11, 2011


I stare up at the sky
Through my hotel window.
Somehow, the night sky
Always makes my loneliness
Feel smaller.
My heart is lonely,
The cliche`d half of a whole.
But the night is bigger.
Bigger than my loneliness,
Bigger than my missing pieces,
But not bigger than you.
It is a cloudless, empty substitute
For perfection.

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