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// My Boy - Poem for Luna 
// Story: Little Pieces Of Paper With "No" Written On Them 
// by alafoel 
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I smiled this morning
thinking about

thinking about you, Luna

wherever you are.

Up on that moon?

I smiled.
I smiled
thinking

thinking you might be smiling too.

I don't count
the days
anymore.
I'm not that petty.
not
that
petty
Not anymore.

How long has it been?

Sometimes
sometimes I don’t-
I try not to sleep
because

because if you don’t visit

it’s not
it’s not your fault
it’s mine.

I want it to be my fault.

Not that it’s your fault.


Not that there’s something wrong with you.


You’re busy.

Being busy isn’t a crime.

You don’t have to-

I mean I still think about…
I do wish I’d see you more.


It’s not your fault.