Lonely Nights
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.
Carmen Henesy
Copyright (c) 2010 by Carmen Henesy All rights reserved.
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