The Galaxy Across the Street

July 6, 2017

I glare outside my foggy bedroom window
Tap, tap, tap, my pen goes against the windowsill
My eyes refuse to look at the cafe

Looking to the sky
It is the the most beautiful sight
In the starry night

The moon shines bright
Brighter than the woman’s smile
As she looks at her husband of twenty years

And the stars are stretched out
Further than the infinity
Of my love
For the waitress across the street

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