Escape

I used to sit on the porch in Ohio
Picking out the stars in the night sky.
There is supposed to be
Someone, somewhere for everyone.

I thought in those days
That my someone did not exist.
He must have died at birth.

On those nights
When the pain was all I felt
I would half walk,
Half crawl to the front porch.
I had to see my stars.

I could escape the demons
If I could walk among the stars.

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