When the new moon came, I couldn't see you, your beauty, or feel your presence.

Nothing was left but the twinkling stars.

Though unlike the new moon, you didn't come back.

Why? Why did you leave?

My light, my moon, my smile.

Please, let me see your face again.

After you left, I dreamt. I was chasing the light you once released. I wanted to bask in your luminosity as one would laze in the sun's warmth.

However, far off in the distance, my dreams, ambitions, and desires called out to me; reaching their hands towards my heart, mind, and soul.

Look back! They cried. Golden tears stained the ground beneath them, slowly rising as they drowned in the dormancy I have left them in.

As much as I wanted to turn back, save them, pull my life from the golden current of tears, I couldn't go against your pull. You molded me into the tide, and now that you are gone, my lively movement turned into icy, stagnant remorse.

Much like the moon, though I thought I knew you, you didn't know me.

I forgot my inhibitions in your presence, but I had also lost my dreams in the process.

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