Starstruck

Consolations of the night sky
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As the full moon
wanes to a hungry crescent
between days where
clouds form shapes and
the sun bursts through
and tides rise and fall
a little voice in
a lonely room
writes himself consolations
such as this -

Here we are,
There we went,
Think of all
The time we've spent
It was okay
All that we hid
For as they say
It's not what you did
It's what you meant.