"In the night, last of the year
She looked at the sea of clouds under the moon,
Ever so luminous.
Her mind races to thoughts of him and him alone,
while her heart spaces away because its familiar with that pain,
Past moments when she was dubious.
Uncertain much of the Spring and Autumn he promised,
she was never ready for the scorching Summer and the cold Winter,
which only seemed like a projection of his core,
but still she lingers..
Because memory and emotion comfort her,
Past nights of past pleasures reside too much in her head,
Thinking back to layings where he made her cat a sprinkler..
If only love was simpler..
The winds breezed through in warning of a cold night,
And the moon had grown gloomy,
and it seemed fitting to the feeling that was being born inside.
Nostalgia eats at her,
As the memory of his passion grows in essence,
She finds relief in the idea that at least that alone was bona fide.."
