Wistful Stargazing

He fell asleep that night like every night
He had spent counting the stars.
His eyelids droop, close tight before he can number them all.
He has spent every night, of every life, in every universe you see
Waiting, waiting under the very spot.
Counting the twinkling tips and a wish on every star.

Roo || Daniel

Roo

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