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You Cross My Mind Like a Shooting Star
A Poem
you’re not the boy I used to know —
hardly the kid who charmed me with no words,
back when smiles weren’t currency but an impulse
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maybe I was just your passing phase,
that girl who blushed too hard and said so little,
till we were hanging on silences for far too long
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but there were glimmers of more,
like that trip we shared in neon city lights
where everything seemed too big yet not enough
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“call me” became our endless refrain,
and we let the voice mails clutter the ether
before a time when we would have ghosted each other
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and then there were the empty promises,
the snapshots we exchanged in pen pal notes
that said we’d live in the same town again someday
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it’s been years, what feels like a century ago,
and I still see you pop up on my time line —
