Alone in my room with the moonlight slipping through the window, I cry, Remembering how moonlight hit your face when in your arms I would lie. Waiting for a miracle during the night, praying you will come back to me someday, I try to think of other things, but the memory of you overtakes me in every way. I imagine every thing I once loved, your smile, your voice, your eyes, your laugh. I wake up suddenly realizing it was just a sweet dream; I am once again reliving the memory of our past.
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