Autobiography

I am a wave crashing
in the dead of night when
nobody sees the impact
nobody feels the spray
nobody hears the clap of thunder.

I am a crumpled notebook paper
filled with unfinished verses
whispering that I’m sorry
whispering that I love you
whispering the words i’ve been aching to hear.

I am every star in the universe
burning my very image
into the empty night sky
into the backs of your eyelids
into every abyss you can name.

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