# poetry

"Hoped"

I stretched high
Just to meet you
Thought I could reach you
I was wrong

I found myself travelling
A millions miles from here
Into an orbit that took me
Right into your atmosphere

I looked out
To see you
Thought I felt you
Hold my hand
But I was wrong

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paint me with
a tinge of turquoise,
the happiest kind of blue…

& watch the
motes of stardust,
settle between our hearts…


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