Smithereens Press Chapbooks Left Behind by Colm Scully | Page 22

But my skin has grown warm and it’s time to get dressed.
I count the moons and watch the stars fading.
It glitters in the distance.
Sometimes I wonder,
is that planet cursed?
‘Tell me something about Earth’ I’d say.
‘You’d hate the shorter days’ you replied.
The dry white whispers
faded to nothing.
I watch the night exit.
Love can die anywhere.

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