I wasn't really looking at the sky
I wasn't necessarily looking at anything
More so I was remembering
remembering eyes
What they saw
What they found
What they sought for
remembering lips
What sept past them
What they hid
What they formed
remembering ears
What they heard
What they coveted
What they listened to
remembering a voice
how it snuck into my head
how it sounded so right
how it seemed to be everywhere
I remembered a face I could never seem to forget

The End

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