With hope diminished and my
eyes cried dry,
I've grown used to the feeling of your absence.
Know that whether it's the sun that illuminates my thoughts
Or the moon that cuts a passage to my mind,
I'll feel you most when I'm alone.
Wave the back of your ghost goodbye
As she tiptoes through my mind
Watch me stop and stare
as the figure of your silent silhouette,
Oblivious to my inaudible cries,
Disappears
With hands clasped tight around the cure
'til my eyes open once more.