do you ever miss the moon
from here?
a paler complexion, perhaps, where you now stand
among people not your own.
have you found it home?
or do paths call to you to come;
come what stays.
my heart is happy
for you,
now
that we're a
part.
a part
of me travels
in your pocket,
on a cherry branch
but not all
of me.
Not All of You
is as you think.
i hope you know that,
and sow according to what you've been given.
Please sow.
please sow fruitful deeds of which you are capable,
understanding the blossom from which
they
fell.
from which you fell.
standing on your own
proves
hard.
as my sun sets, may yours arise.
as it has always been
between us two.
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