Moonlight reverie
September the 14th at 11, perfect timing
as I slid out of bed out of cool's window,
tugging sleepy warm pajamas in can't-wait's grip,
and lay there, just over the obscure red roof
under the misunderstood moonshine.
first the ceremonial solo huge gasp of night scent
and then watch nothingness reveal its being.
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Goodbye means never having to leave
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