Distant Source of Happiness

His unverse was fascinating,
with stars I had never before seen.
Colors, sounds and flavours
all strangers to my senses.
I longed to get closer.
I urged to watch them flicker.
Floating all around me
tickling my face.
How I wanted to touch them
to take them with me.
To keep them in my pocket
as a reminder of all the beauty he resembles.
Late at night I’d take them out
and look at them.
I would lock them up
In fear of losing them.
But minds like his were strange
and beautiful
and rare.
They were meant to be free,
So instead I’ll keep away,
not get in the way,
and let him be my distant source of happiness.

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