Tony HO
There are two stars in her sky,
and I am neither the brightest
nor the first.
But I still shine
quietly,
just close enough
Dear Xyli,
There's a quiet in me lately
One that hums Xyra
in every thought
in every song
I keep playing just to feel a little less far
You wrote of infinities,
and I felt them.
Between your lines.
Between your pauses.
Each word stitched from a place
few ever see,
