luni, 8 ianuarie 2018


I recognize a full moon with my windows closed
I can hear it
Even when my mind is asleep, my body listens
With my bones I can feel its cold
They get stone hard and fall inside
Bright white
And so heavy they hurt
That's how I know it starts
The last phase, the full face
Of a lady I used to know
From the books of my childhood.
Now she stares blankly in the sky,
She is my phantom in disguise;
Nobody knows the two of us have known each other
We are like old lovers
And she climbs up there to haunt me
Because I've grown old
And forgot how to talk to her
Now we sit in silence, but I understand
The time of love is long forgotten, but undead.

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