Swimming counter-clockwise,
passing scenes back into my cinema.
Relapse of emptiness,
trying to regain life's spoils.
Forgetting moonlight serenades
and dances on yacht decks,
if only the memory would stay alive.
She wishes I could recollect,
and live that night again.





but not when you write, you penned this just awesome and i love how you show her side of it in the end too

wheres my chokolate


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