Starlit Sky by Freijanez
Last night
As he heard me relate
A tale of a heart broken friend
His eyes moistened
As if I had tapped a submerged memory
That floated up to the surface.
I asked him if he had remembered something
Of a heartbreak of his own.
He swiftly changed the subject to the starlit sky
Trying not to break the illusion
That he never loved anyone more dearly than me.
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