Ficly

dear familiar stranger

I first saw you in the sky

The clouds painting your face
The sun lighting you aglow
The birds were flying your name
for the whole world to hear,

I was the only one who listened.
Your name was the same peculiarly beguiling sound
sweet, lovely, and it thrilled,

perched on my eyelids, they whispered
your secrets, hidden in the faults of our stars.
what an amazing person you were – are –

and these paper towns won’t keep me from
walking to the ends of this earth, or from
tearing this universe apart, searching,
looking, for alaska,
looking for home,
looking for you,

k a t h e r i n e

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