Poem: Stars in freefall, by Fraser Richardson

You’re in Barcelona and I’m still in Nice, with the residue of times I now miss.
Im hoping the feeling has travelled with you,
That you share the same feeling that I have for you.
Sometimes your head may try to break it,
Trust in the process I know we can make it.
We’ve got a love that is bigger than oceans.
We’ve got a love that’ll climb over mountains.

Coming down, the stars in the sky, are falling in free fall, there’s no turning back.
I’ve got a quick question, to do with the night.
Where does the moon go, when a new day burns bright?
Is there still something more I can say?
To keep the moon glowing, and the sun from day?
I feel like I’ve lost you, and I feel so damn awful.
My mumma once told me, you’ve got to be careful.

I’ve been here before, not once, not twice,
But a whole too many times for just one life.
It’s the changing of season, the changing of leaves,
From green, to brown, to earth, to deceased.
This doesn’t feel like our final act,
The summer will come, our souls made a pact.
I miss you so dearly, I need you so clearly.
That feeling of infinity when you’re still near me.
I want you back, so we can play,
That same track of loving and hugging all day.

Coming down, the stars in the sky, are falling in freefall, there’s no turning back.
I’ve got a quick question, to do with the night.
Where does the moon go, when a new day burns bright?
Is there still something i’m missing today?
Is there still something more I can say?
To keep the moon glowing, and the sun from the day?
What happens to us when the night turns to day?
What happens to us, when there’s no more to say?
I feel like I’ve lost you, and I feel so damn awful.
My mumma once told me, you’ve got to be careful.

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