poetry

Future

Here I lay

beneath the starry sky

wondering how each dot

got its name.

How vast the world

outside can be.

How lonely and scary

it might seem.

Here I lay,

in your arms

as tight as can be,

wondering how you adapted

into your name.

How vast your world

is going to be.

How lonely and scary

the future might seem.

Here I lay

forever with you

beneath the starry sky

until the day

my breath no longer exists

for this world.

-F.S. Yousaf

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