To go back. It’s a fond wish.
One that’s locked up and buried deep,
Because it can never be fulfilled.

But in the dark corners of the night,
When the stars, eons old, dance
And the sweet temperate moon,
Washes the harsh day away.
I can pretend in my dreams.

In my memories you never left.
I went left instead of right.
That the hurt never happened.

And in these moments I’ll try to find,
What happened to my happiness.
When I find it again, then the dawn
Will no longer shatter my illusions.
Leaving me to drown in bittersweet reality