i like not knowing his name. i'll remember him better.

There’s a boy at the table who no one but one talks to.
His smile is like the sun, moon, and stars combined into one single spark of glory.
His eyes are kept steady to mine, even though the voice of another is sounding in his ears.
As the moon begins to rise up in the sky,
and the sun sinks down below the horizon,
we are both too lost to even realize the time.
Unspoken words and piercing looks are exchanged until the late night turns into early morning.

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