They were louder
Than my thumping heart
That night.
A damp breeze
Cloaked a deserted street-
No one likes a pandemic.
A sliver of a moon
Shone on a dark world
Whose light had long left
For a worthier planet.
I brushed aside a stray lock of hair,
But the breeze brought it back,
And I wondered if
I'd ever get to shine
Or if these crickets
Would be the only applause
I'd ever hear.
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