Mercedes Gomez

Some nights I whisper to my pillow
a hushed prayer
hoping that you are happy.

Sometimes when I light incense
you’re the one
I light it for.

Sometimes when I look up at the moon
I smile,
thankful that

despite
all time
and distance

we sleep under the same sky,
and I share the same moon —
it just takes me a

little
longer
to see it.

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