I wrote many moons ago
Of you as a star in the ascendant
Now you’re glowing further affirming your position in the firmament
I think of a special notebook in the footwell of a borrowed car
And of our last real wires crossed conversation
I still can’t identify what was going on
But thoughts of you take me back to that moment
When your ice cracked enough to show me again
Beautiful vulnerability
One word and I would have done a lot of bad things for you
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