while you were sleeping
there are walls of paper moons
buried between us where
i would write poetry
upon your headstone
haunted by statues
of graveyard angels
burning in starlight
but
before i could hold your hand
like the quiet whispering
of trees and their leaves
that linger upon my ears
hesitating on whether to echo
or stay just as a whisper
on a winter evening
i could only conjure us
dancing on parchment
with mere words
dangling
from our lips
and as i breathe,
you fade in
and out
like a phantom singing
the chorus of an
almost love song,
playing the piano
off-key
like the beating of my heart
where your name resides
i would fashion a funeral
for your silhouette
which i only see in dreams,
complete with flowers
and candles, a passion
of two lost souls, complete
strangers
but
almost lovers
and as i breathe,
you fade in
and out
in and out,
you fade into
a a ghost of a memory,
fleeting and intimate
but
the innocent touch
of a guilty kiss
plummets so much further
like a lie, hidden from view
at the back of my mind
and as i breathe,
you fade in
and out
temperamental
like the paper moon
buried between us
dying like a torn page
from your notebook
forgotten in a corner
like the dead roses
that wither
like the graveyard angels
drowning in starlight,
i am drunk knowing
you're only a dream
a delusion, a secret
i tell the shadows
while you were sleeping
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