The moon gazes

back reflected in
questioning eyes waiting
for an answer that
never comes.
and daydreams
are born.
I…
I am… I
am…
Night begins to slide and slip
back into the world. Dark and
darting midnight sights linger
at everything lost and
nothing found.
Between here and there,
somewhere in between
where regrets fall
away…
Each time it’s the same.
A melody of melancholy
she knows all too well.
Each time the same, but
this time…
…not
alone?
…very
different.
He… he
looked like
me?
Why oh why
must I always
go away?
Wait. Don’t
go. Please,
won’t you
stay?
Come
back!
Don’t
leave me
alone.
is it
worse to have
loved, or to
never have
known?

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