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Sep 2017
The moon floats nonchalantly outside my window as if we had never met -
As if we were strangers.
I like to think she is a bit melancholy -
Hanging around in hopes of catching a glimpse of me,
To see how much I've changed,
Hoping perhaps, that we might swim again through the inky black night
As we did so often when I was young.
But I was only one among
Millions of suitors and would-be Lotharios
Enamored by her silvery beauty.
It is absurd to think she would remember me.
But I like to imagine that she still can hear the melody
Of the song I wrote to her, one night on the beach
As we walked together exploring bits and pieces
Of our other lives
And other times -
Each of us a little intoxicated by the moment.
Vowing we would never forget.
Written by
Joe Thompson
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   Gwythyr
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