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The astronomers chart the heavens
plot each glimmer in its place
But I keep a map that’s hidden
where your name has left its trace
It’s not written in the ledgers
nor in science nor in lore—
it’s a constellation drawn in moments
we have walked and laughed before
Every time I lift my vision
I can find you in the height—
for the lines between our stories
make their own enduring light
So I’ll keep this star map private
not for sale and not for claim—
just a chart where I remember
that the sky still knows your name
