I heard voices talking to you one night.

Found out it was the moon.
The lines are starting to blur
for me and you. The little shallow grave is waiting.
What is someone to do when compared to the sky?
You’re not one to linger.

Your presence still lingers
I woke up and found out you left during the night.
Not really surprised you yearned for the sky
when you had to watch the moon
from a cage. Why were you even waiting?
Guess I was too blind to see, with my vision blurred.

I forget your face to keep my attention focused and unblurred.
I stop by the doorway, hoping to find some part of you that still lingers.


I guess everyone is wondering why you bothered waiting.
You were just a silly dream I yearned for one night.

And what a dreadful consolation prize I make when you put your faith in the moon.
You know, I often woke up to hear you scream for the sky.

You never talked about them, but I know I won’t ask. That’s for the sky.
Always wondered whether the lines of your life would ever be unblurred

(at least enough for me to see). You told him that when you first met, you loved the moon.
I know now that behind a wall is a place where you should never linger.
All it ever brings is a dull burn and a cry during the night.
I don’t know why I even bothered waiting.

Day in and day out, I am still waiting

for you to return with the sky.

While I sit in bed, I wonder if you ever think about me late at night,
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when guilt is easy to come out. I’ll admit that my eyes are still a little blurry.
I knew you were never mine. Is it really so selfish to wish that you never lingered?
He looks like you. I’m told he acts more like the moon.

He holds your attention- at least for a little while. Before long, you’re gone with the moon.
It’s a pity, of course. I was going to tell you he was yours. A little too long I was waiting
I try to pretend that you never came and the things about you that are still lingering.
No matter how much I pretend, I catch him looking at the sky.
Too often, I think. His sights still dazzled and blurry.
I fear the day he goes and looks for you and the night

I know I’ll lose him to the night and the moon. We both know he loves you too much not to.
Still way too much like a blurry photo I have of you. He doesn’t know it but he loves the sky, just like you.
I’m strong though. Keep carrying on and lingering by the doorway. I’ll keep waiting.