show me one
just a glimpse
that which all things stretch
an infinite distance towards
with hungry hopes to apprehend
walk with me
speak of things unnoticed
when last we met under the tree
glance outside
long enough to catch a star
hanging lowly like a branch
above the window
make a wish
or make believe
your star is some other lonely planet
one on which we face each other
eye to eye and breath to breath
think of me often on your gleaming island
your planet of hope
your isolation
and brush the leaves gently
from your soft wool coat as we drift
in and out of consciousness
barely able to complete this dream.

*inspired by the motion picture, Shopgirl

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