the haunting moon soars overhead,
beneath dark clouds,
there is no sound but faint rustling of leaves ,
the house creaks beneath my feet,
as I walk from room to room,
memories of our love bouncing off the empty walls.
two hearts that beat as one, now adrift,
alone and lost, hoping to be found.
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