the girl with burnt face and
faded eyes
would call out to him
She would call out to him in those nights
of wandering alone around the
town
as a way to combat insomnia
She was barefoot
and wore but a simple nightgown
and if he got close enough
she would reach for his hand
caress it a few times
while staring him in the eyes
with her eyes that looked like painted
marbles
Then she would give a nod
and ask him to follow
All the way up that unfinished building
all the way up to the ninth floor
all the way to the margin
all the way to the corner
To watch the stars
But her eyes weren’t looking towards the sky
They were looking down at the lights
below
And every night she would jump down
to join the stars
and he wouldn’t follow
He wasn’t yet ready to join
the stars
But maybe someday soon
Maybe
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Thank you!

Haunting and tender, your writing captures longing, fragility, and the quiet tension between connection and hesitation. “Maybe someday” lingers. Beautifully. Thank you for sharing!✨💛
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I thank you for checking it out, Amarela!
🤗🤩🤗✨
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Glad you’re still around, writing.
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Thank you, friend!
The plan is to do just that.
Good, bad, it matters not. Only to keep at it forever matters 🙂
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