Personal · Prose

Star-Struck

I don’t love you for your susceptibility to melancholy
I just love the way you get sad
you only have to think about the stars who died for us
and then … music seeps from your quivering lips
these wonderful, deep, troubled sighs
so much blues
so much beauty

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