A-LOVE


Did I tell you?
That most nights when I dreamt,
I dreamt of us before sleeping,
I saw us playing,
Playing under the moonlight,
Taking a roll call of the stars,
Because the previous nights we had given them names.

Did I tell you?
That I wondered if the stars counted us too.
If they gave us names,
And if they also came out,
Came out to take a roll call of lovers.
If they did,
They’d know you’re missing by my side.

I hear you count the stars still,

Only it’s with another girl.

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