It must have been the stars

i think they were whispering

and the warmth of his bicep around me

and cool quiet breeze swirls around us

casting ripples disappearing into the depths

the dock remains still

and the stars so alone 

each one shinning on its own light

reflected in the water there are two

and so we lay side by side

looking up at those who have lasted years

strong and bright

they make up a bigger picture

alone, they stay strong

connected, the last forever

we may all be indevidual

but we are never alone

The End

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