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Your ghost wanders the halls,

Carrying your essence, 

I jump at it,

Hoping for closure,

Before realizing, 

It is only an ghost’s impression, 

You dance within my skull, 

Like the Moon around the Earth, 

O God, 

Why do you tease me with these hope visions?

When I try to endure the moment?

Friends are waves, 

We are deeply in phase, 

We give and we take from one another, 

The Moon guiding us, 

Fret not when energy seeps, 

For the Moon will rise once more, 

Fools make this greeting last forever, 

For we are guaranteed to part this realm again, 

Be content with not hearing them speak again, 

Be grateful to be intertwined in the first place,

Surely, 

We will part when we are neutral, 

For now, keep talking, 

There is something to be gained,

When words fail, 

Pick up an art, 

There are certain things,

No words can comprehend, 

Such as when we part. 

Sweet moon, 

Blow out the stars,

Return to me, 

That stolen tune,

Night life, 

Half price,

Filled with rife,

Full of vice,

These together moments go so fast,

Yet, The connection of shared moments last, 

We are of the same fabric, you and I, 

Yet, we occupy different sides, 

Bring me back to that forgotten moment in time, 

Let me live it again once more, 

Just so I can feel, 

The subtleness time has eroded, 

Dance of balance, 

Fire of flame, 

Equal parts together, 

Equal parts part, 

Meeting someone new, 

Losing someone too, 

Harden my resolve, 

Cool as the night, 

Let my prayers resolve in light,

Against your darkening plight, 

Regret, 

A sign of changing times, 

It could be gone by tomorrow, 

You make me into a miser,

I’ll grab for all I can,

Before the sunsets,

And the cool night’s silences,

Makes me face my mistakes, 

Silence, 

Do not tell me that it will pass, 

It’s out of my control, 

Or this or that, 

Deep within my aching bones, 

I am well aware, 

For I have built myself off these notions, 

Instead,

Feel me thrice,

Once for judgment, 

Twice for understanding,

Thrice for empathy, 

For temporarily, 

I am hurt,

I bleed wounds of unspeakable pain, 

Yet they will heal soon,

Your words will do nothing to aid, 

As we speak the same tongue, 

But your loving touch, 

Will clot my wounds even faster, 

Time holds a chisel to your youthful face,

 While lovelorn eyebrows cast shadows down your face,

Your hair now wirey with thought hides your face, 

The roots a veil to your prewar face, 

Your deny, as your eyes yearn for her moon shaped face, 

She waves, waving gashing currents on your tore face, 

It is this unsung lovelorn pain wearing face, 

Which weathers and sculpts your current worn face, 

Each time I see you, 

My body feels like, 

I yearn to fill with your ecstasy, 

Yet I know to wait, 

For you may only be whistling wind, 

My most deep seated pain, 

I know your story, 

I see how you’ve intertwined in all my actions, 

Like a dearest friend, 

I know what you can do, 

You started out so simple, so innocent, 

I was so small, 

With no way to know, 

Oh how when you started to bleed,

I could only cover you in salt bandages, 

Now it is high time to change my bandages, 

I’ll have to bleed all over again, 

And nourish you the way you wish to be, 

Don’t be sad!

For we are within each other,

Our sadness sprouted from a joy, 

The great distance of sadness matched only by joy,

Now a dark wind blows,

A howl emanating from the bowels of the lake,

The stoic pine sways in response,

As leaves scatter to take cover,

Like waves in the ocean,

Starting softy, ever so softy,

The howl grows, until it encompasses me,

Before stowing away, as fast as it came,

And for a brief moment, everything is quiet,