Shreds of moonlight hit that space, the space you used to fill. I remember you used to look out of the curtains and wish on that star, those wishes as secret as forgotten memories. We would lay for hours just watching the moonlight as it disappeared behind thick clouds and then cut through the night sky. We would breathe on the chilled glass and Mark our hearts which evaporated so fast. You would tell me that I was a beautiful Rose that grew and blossomed through all the seasons and I told you that you were brave knight that fought for my safety. We would sleep with each others dreams and wake with the same thoughts.
But those shreds of perfect memories just lie where you once led, where you once called me
A beautiful Rose, you are a shard of a broken mirror of a shattered past. Tonight is the first time that those shreds of moonlight have invaded my room I haven't opened the curtains since the day that you packed your mistakes and left an empty space. Love is a word to describe a feeling whereas loved describes a distant mistake.
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