I remember the night I fell for you, our romance and a lifetime of nightlong dreams. The dreams where you whisper so close to me, seeding memories inside my mind. And when I awake I think you are there and reach up to touch you but clutch empty air, then flinch from the gut punch when I know you’re a spirit and gone. I fall back defeated with the moon in my eyes and moonsweat beading my lips.
The magical night of our meeting, when I looked in your eyes at the novel unfolding behind, and I paged through your chapters and verses and read the story within. I dogeared each page, highlighted whole parts, underlined the bits I loved most; I inhaled the scent of your leaves. And with bright Luna’s shine behind me, I leaned in and kissed away the moonsweat beading the gentle curve of your lip.
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