I find warmth in cool, moonlit summer nights;
The tempo of life’s pulse courses through me.
Your eyes sparkle as they reflect glimmering starlight;
The crinkles in the corners of your eyes look so free.

The wind caresses the skin on my face,
And your hands are in my hair.
Somewhere in each other, we found a place;
On your chest did I lay without a care.

Dewdrops began to roll off plants and stalks
As you fell away from me.
Conversations grew into little talks,
Words grew lost, tossed out to the sea.

Moonlight pours over our skin,
Bathing us in its molten glow.
He wears a quiet, thoughtful grin;
I smile, my eyes kept low.

In the mystic magic of the mid-night,
The light captured what remained of me and you.
In moments, my heart, through you, took flight.
The times we shared were honest enough to be true.

We are fragmented now; splintered and in shards.
We pick up the pieces not.
The memories remain intact, yet what we had has been marred.
I wonder what happens to the moments yet to be forgot.

I remember you in pieces and parts;
The pieces and parts of the you have threaded.
Your fabric intertwines with pieces of my heart;
Some things go on, in all that has ended.