Low lit, dim
A distant sound
Beneath, within
I turned around

A face I knew
From stories told
Your breath and mine
A burning cold

My stare, my gaze
From that I learned
The feelings felt
Were not returned

The night that I
dare to forget
The moon, it speaks:
"Not now, not yet"

And once we meet
Again, we might
I'll kiss the moon
And hold it's light

The moon must hold
A million eyes
And know so well
Farewells, goodbyes

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