Shutting my eyes, I float between the ceiling and my bed
The white light of the moon seems artificial now
The gates of my mind swung open towards an absence
Next to the sheets and still asleep
Afraid to fall back to her
To the ghost of her eyes stirring the air around me

A sad light of a fake moon
Touching my room with nostalgia
It’s bad tonight
“I remember” the wind whispers
So elegant and intelligent
And when it rains
I will close my eyes
And imagine her dancing on the roof

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