After the thunderstorm,
After our rainy cycle ride,
I saw the moon rising,
Somewhere near the horizon.
I opened up my window,
Welcoming the light it had
To offer and bless my moment.
Grabbing my bits and pieces,
I'm getting ready to start afresh.
I call you, As I watch the moon,
Flooding my room,
With its silvery light.
"I'll be waiting for you"
My speakers are humming.
I bathe in moonlight,
You're endlessly talking.
From the horizon to overhead,
Moon has traveled a long way.
You're speaking
while I try to sush my tears.
Like lego, life is taking away pieces.
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