I go back to that silent eveningwhen we were more than friends but less than lovers.
Outside, we stood inches apart, gazing at the stars
as you pointed out Orion’s belt.
I looked up but couldn't see the shape,
all I wondered was if you loved me.
I just smiled and nodded and stared at your brown eyes
that sparkled brighter than your constellations.
Night grew colder and I wanted to step closer,
but you offered your jacket and slipped it over my shoulders.
I felt your warmth and smelled you
as if you were holding me.
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