Looking up at the stars.
Wondering how you are.
And why you took every road that led you so far.
The moments we’d thought would last forever.
Disappears through all our small disasters.
I won’t stand and preach like our small town pastor.
But I’ll say this last thing though,
my heart will be a fool,
and at all times,
remain only for you.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016