life, poetry


The crisp coolness of the night

Cuts sharply against my skin

The moon watches me silently

Offering a dim illumination of the street

Like a nightlight in the darkness

Lighting my path with no emotion

No comfort from the moon tonight

No comfort from the midnight light

It’s companionship is not the same

As someone who could whisper my name

And hold my hand to silence the pain

And speak of romance and love again

One step of footsteps are better as two, Yet

I walk through the darkness lamenting of you

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