Wandering off the trail,
Silently passing into the darkness,
Searching for a familiar face,
And finding nothing but an empty moon.
The feelings come. They don’t matter;
My heart is cold and broken.
I sit among the pieces, the remains
Of something too much, too perfect;
But never was; no matter how hard I tried.
I am overwhelmed by thoughts;
I search the skies for something lost,
And only find a memory from the past.
All is forgotten, nothing stays behind;
Everyone leaves as I close my eyes.
And I am left alone in the moonlight
To think of you once again.