Cliche

I look up at the night sky and
She is the first thing to pop into my head,
I think the same cliche thing which all lovers think
Is she looking at the same stars thinking of me ?
No,  probably not. 
She’s probably at home, tucked sweetly in her bed,
With me far from her thoughts.
Far, distant and fading, steadily away.

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