Countless
nightly delusions
led me to
see
everything
and everyone
through your
silhouette.
Old black
sweatshirts
and glasses
corrupted my
sanity,
as I
wandered the streets,
without your
alluring voice.
You left a
blank space
in my
deepest desires.
No man
should ever run
after what’s
been long gone.
Down the hill
I went.
No clear end,
just the
radiant moon.
Waiting.
Still.
Catching a
glimpse
of your delicate face
in my oldest
memories.
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