My eyes are fixated on the glow
of the moon tonight. The halo
of the night shines immaculately
here on this spot where you left
everything. I think about
how she illuminated everything
with only a few glory rays borrowed
from the sun, as if she, though late,
chiseled your name good on this
stone that marks the spot.
where we used to be. This spot
where you left everything
under earth—decayed,
like dead stars. I see the light
of the moon, full bloomed daisy so
immaculate. I left, believing
these stifled whispers.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
My eyes are fixated on the glow
of the moon tonight. The halo
of the night shines immaculately
here on this spot where you left
everything. I think about
how she illuminated everything
with only a few glory rays borrowed
from the sun, as if she, though late,
chiseled your name good on this
stone that marks the spot.
where we used to be. This spot
where you left everything
under earth—decayed,
like dead stars. I see the light
of the moon, full bloomed daisy so
immaculate. I left, believing
these stifled whispers.
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