The faded moon is a patch sewn into the pale fabric of the sky.
And I take solace in the old cliché
That I can look at the same moon
As you.
As if the sky is a well-worn blanket that is wide enough to wrap around both of our shoulders.
It stretches just far enough
To bring me closer
To you.
And I take solace in the old cliché
That I can look at the same moon
As you.
As if the sky is a well-worn blanket that is wide enough to wrap around both of our shoulders.
It stretches just far enough
To bring me closer
To you.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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