The sound of the moonlight.

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.


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