I have come to often to empty pages with nothing in mind but you.
I have stared to long into nothingness that I only saw you.
I have looked at the sun to repeatedly that my eye floaters have finally evolved into a full human figure,you.
I have sang too many songs, written to0 many poems but when I throw them up in the air in a final show of defeat and defiance they come crashing down into a perfect picture of,you.
YOU,you are the sound the moonlight makes as it descends into my room at night.
Taking space where you once lay.
The only sound I hear when I look at the moon.