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moriarty May 2014
I'm still wondering
if you see the moon
the way I do

because I can't
look at her
the same way
since you're gone

I can't see the face
without thinking
how many times
i looked up and only
saw you

countless times
i thought about us
watching the starry nightsky
together, in silence
and holding hands

or whatever.
it'd be enough.

and now it's empty
with a bright moon
that looks down at me

and calls your name
how can i tell her
you're not coming
anymore

how can i let her down
on such a way
so pure and pristine
and you're not coming
anymore
we were really over here and i finally had the guts for writing about this.

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