when the crisp color moon

fades to black

we wonder to ourselves what went wrong

could it be the song.

i dream of roses and chestnut kisses

somehow in a daze

we swing our hips from side to side

all around the maze

cherish what we have

look not at what we do not

that is true happiness

the tower where you live is high

up and beyond

I often look, wonder

are you eating dinner

are you looking down upon me?

and if you are,do you see how i’ve grown

and do you ache and wish the past were different?

sometimes i do, too.

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