It felt like decades
Of despair washing away
With my merciful tears
Of myself.
Since
I stopped staring at the moon
I started looking at myself
In the mirror.
A kind of love
I had never seen,
met,
desired or
even dared to dream.
You were gone
leaving all the paper on my desk.
So, I just had to build me up
from my deathbed.
It was in that moment
When I changed
The moon necklace
For the initial of my own name.
I set you free from my thoughts
I said finally enough
I knew and met real love.
No headed was handwritten
With your name or werewolf.
No birthday or whispering nights of confusing howls.
It was only the only one I had really truly deeply met: ...me.
