The middle of night

Feeling acceptably apathetic;

Distance does no favors

Even to those that say it does.

Breeze comes in through the window

Moon shines in the window

With the wisp of the wind moving the curtain.

Glance one more time

As my heart craves a voice

My hands crave a touch

My mind craves an interaction

I can’t get anywhere else

But with you.

 

The light of the moon

Is just the right light

To think of you.

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