Stars Shooting Through
I rise my glass tonight
for all the lights above.
Reminiscing, hearing your call
and still not understanding why.
Ever since you are gone
the world does not seem to be
the same place anymore.
Year after year I am leakier.
How many more holes can I handle?
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2021
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