Best Poems Written by Chaise Ayala

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Forgive me please for the voyeurist in me.
I spy something celestial.
I spy the stars that have somehow beguiled the years we’ve spent apart.
I am a cloud of espionage and I am not afraid to let it all out.

(For instance)

I remember one night, you telling me, how you sometimes have a hard time eating in front of people.

(I remember thinking how impossible it must be for anyone to notice)
(You are a monument built on grace)

Ten minutes later you were stretching out your limbs, filling up buckets with words, and chewing food with your mouth open.

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