Musings on a Missed Friend (1)

Gazing up at the vast, night sky as
I listen to Alison Sudol
sing about picking apples from trees,
I attempt to count the stars I see.
They seem to be a lot brighter here,
looking like glitter on a black sheet.
Then my thoughts gravitate towards you,
and I suddenly wish you were here
sitting next to me on this front porch.
Maybe you could help me number these
stars, because there's just too many of
them for me to count alone. Then we
could sing along in off-key voices
and talk about the song and the stars.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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