I look up at the night sky and stare at the stars.
In a world that moves as quickly as yours
do you still look up?
Or look down, for that matter,
at the grass growing under your feet?
I wonder.

I look up at the night sky
and search for one particular star.
One that I think might catch your eye
and wish that you're looking at it, too.
And wish that wherever you are
you are safe, and warm, and loved.


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