7.349 billion

There are sounds in your iris.

There is poetry in your casual voice.

There are million ways to say

I miss you but none of them suffice.

 

There's a thing you once told me,

engraved into my sullen, tired, brain.

There are million ways to say

I love you but none of them are said.

 

There's ache in you but you never complain.

There's beauty to you but you never care.

There was silence between us, awkward and sad.

There's laughter between us, effortless and grand.

 

There are seven billion, three forty nine million person I could have met that one nervous night of may.

And to my endless luck,

my infinite happiness,

it was you.

 

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