Anxiously,
Why do my fingers
Keep measuring
The shade of
The trees.
The moon seems
To be taking his time
To come up tonight.
..
Secretly,
Why does my heart
Keeps running,
Into her streets.
No letters from her.
The winds seem to
Always disappoints.
..
And why have the
Stars abandoned
The sky.
The universe isn't
Alight?
She usually does..
She usually does..
But hasn't she
Opened her
Windows tonight?
..
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