It was kind of romantic; that place
The moon; pale with vibrant silver;
And the gleam of the lamplight off the road without its sidewalk with the trash can right next to it.
The gate around the corner and the way you looked at me with tender eyes with your tender thoughts.
The way you looked at me out from your balcony through your windowsill.
That is what I love about you.
You were so close and yet so far from me.
For a moment as I glimpsed at you through your window pane,
And as you looked at me; you and I were together for forever.
And forever was just a moment.
To me.
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