never find another you

stardust whirling 

stirs on the whisp of a cloudy sky 

and you are here.

we all come in the same way.

made of the same sweet syrup.

but the mix,

the blend of essence,

is unique to only you.

I will never find another you 


which is why giving you back 

to the clouds and the moon 

is impossible. 

until I remember 

in the next stir of the celestial stew 

I will find you 


maybe only to look in your eyes 

one more time.

maybe we’ll have a lifetime of photographs 


either way,

I’ll wait.


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