March 21, 2010

• Gone

  I saw the moon over the water
  and I thought of you
  you are as bright as the moon
  and just as far away

  I appreciate your glow
  but you don’t say a word
  we sit there in the dark
  and I wish that you’d come home

  But soon enough day comes
  and I see that though I’d laid awake
  I dreamt the whole night through

  • 1:23 am
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