The coffee cup is stained with your bright smile.
I envy that is shared your crimson touch.
Beneath your lip print, Van Gogh’s Starry Night, it’s luster lost
compared to lips as such.
The candle flickers like a firefly.
I blow it out.
You’re gone.
What can I say?
The stars swirl on within the deep, blue sky.
I sigh and wipe the scarlet brand away.
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