What’s missing from space

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If I could be a galaxy,
I would encompass the farthest reaches of the universe,
And throw a dark blanket around the stars,
Planets,
Every molecule of being
Before I returned.
You would ask if I’d missed you
While I was looking for myself
In the emptiness of space.
I would say:
I missed
being yellow.
I missed
being the ocean.
I missed
being a stamp to carry letters.
I missed
being a guitar.
I missed
being the single cherry blossom
I missed
being your last goodnight.





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