Inbetweens letting me catch the
colour of your eyes, moonlight
draping langourous shades of
pale light across shivering frames.
Your hand loosly held in mine, lips
uttering reasons for gentle tears.
Whispers of the wind tracing hairs
across your cheek as I reach for you
to hold. Promises a subtle reminder
that my soul belongs to you.
Clocks strike echoed - your grip falls
from mine to your side, silently I
urge you to look but your eyes don't
quite meet mine. Lingering on lips, a soft
touch and brief kiss - though it feels like
eternity that we've been standing like this.
I watch your back as slowly you walk away,
pausing to look back before you
reach the gate.
It seems colder now, emptiness resides -
thick clouds rolling over the moon
blocking all its light.

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