Rocketship season, these are your eyes,
Twin burning flares of your leaving.
Left here, I cling to the fence, and you
Explode to a starburst. I see
You orbit, one dim speck of light
Past numberless stars. Your face
Is nothing beside them, and yet
I see them because you are there,
Dancing between them, so small,
And my eyes are turned upward.
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