The moon studies me.
It has ripped clouds away
Followed my footsteps
echoed my name
lit my path
communicated
I am still
quietness folded into space
The moon looks down
unable to tell me what it wants
So I look up to understand
We connect at 3.30am unknowing
The solitude, the strange moonlight
The park frozen in time
the restlessness inside me
provoked by someone's admiration
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