Maybe
When the moon light streams through my window
Falls upon my face,
In the late of night
With the world at rest,
At rest with you
I lay with wonder.
Are you stopping by to say hello?
To say I miss you?
Maybe it is so.
Maybe it is you.
Or maybe just maybe
You are perfectly happy.
And maybe it is I
And only I
Who is still desperately searching for traces of you.
When in actuality
When in truth
You do not want
To be found.
~IA
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