My Telescope.

Baby…
Baby, can you hear me?
I was thinking about you.

I was thinking about how beautiful you smell.
God, I miss that smell.
I miss the way you look in your sweatpants​,
I miss the way you use to put your hair up,
and the way you look at me when we dance.

Most of all,
I miss the nights we barbecued,
and as the sun set, we watched the moon.

Remember when I showed it to you up close?
Do you remember my black and gold telescope?


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