3 A.M. Thoughts

61.

Once again, I find myself outside,
Starring at the moon all by myself,
Alone with my thoughts.
I might be alone, but in my head I'm still with you.

I look up at the moon, feeling the warm tears,
Stream down my face.
I look at the moon hoping that,
You're looking at it too.

All the memories are flashing in front of my eyes,
As the chilly night breeze hits my face, and my tears pour heavier.
I was so happy, but now,
I'm just waiting.