Jijivisha

Waxing gibbous,

moon, waning

We rose up in the sky that night and you

were the breeze leading me home.

You said “Take my hand and we’ll tuck this memory

into a little place in your heart forever”

And you were the red in my lips

and the smoke rising from the flame

You were the stars shooting across the sky

our hearts,

fireflies

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