spilled moonlight

This is my fav, this is so me when I missed you terribly, and my calls couldn’t connect and the messages didn’t get delivered, there was nothing.

waking up in the middle of night,

when the world sleeps alone I wonder,

about so many things outside the window…

trees dark in the hazy lamplight and the stars in the dark sky

shine so bright.

As I make out the patterns of moonlight on my bed,

I remember all those things you had to me,

once said one memory to another,

I jump as if on a moonbeam is this night

as magical as it seems?

Eyes searching for sleep

fall on your photo instead

glowing in the starlight next to my bed

walking to the window

I cast look outside,

such a beautiful night, which the curtains can’t hide.

How can I keep such precious reminiscing of you aside?

I just can’t help waking up and talking to myself on that moonlight.

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