• Hannah Flowers

At the house party with all of my friends last eve

I break away and sit on the trampoline

Counting the stars and I wonder,

Are you looking at the same constellations as me?

Are you pondering how far away Mars could really be?

When you dream, do you have the same visions of us that I see?

I feel your presence when I try to sleep

And I hope it’s because you’re thinking of me

You have me praying to entities in which I don’t even believe

I have a newfound faith in the practice of manifesting

Hoping and loving and wishing that on Monday you’ll text and ask if I’m free

My mind is consumed by you like pollen to a bee

I’ll be your giving tree

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