Where Moonlight Finds You

From the deepest recesses of my soul,
I believed I had moved on—
or so my waking mind insists.
But as darkness rises
and the birds fall quiet, their songs fading into a soft lullaby,
you return.

You are summoned not by will,
but by the scent of a perfume I passed on a lonely sidewalk,
the warmth of a familiar soup from a nearby bakery
on a rain-soaked afternoon,
or perhaps by those damned Hollywood movies
that dare to mimic the kind of love we once knew—
the kind most only dream of,
but I once held like wildfire in my bare hands.

Oh, how I smile.
With nostalgia. With pride.
With sadness. With sweetness.

Your memory electrocutes me—
it hurts, yet it breathes life into me.
You are in every nerve,
in every inch of my skin,
in the fragile bones of my being.

Though I no longer speak your name aloud,
you are everywhere.

And when the moonlight spills across my bed,
it becomes our rendezvous.
You sneak into my dreams like a ghost lover—
a gentle trespasser in the night.

There,
I become a heroine in my own film—
loved, cherished,
as if love itself were made only for us.

I remember the blue fire in your eyes,
the silhouette of us etched into the corners of my mind.
You were the universe’s favorite poem.
And I?
I was the only one who truly read you.

I feel your lips brush mine,
your hair like silk upon my neck,
your arms—
that sanctuary I’ll never unfind.

But destiny—
destiny is cruel.
It laughed when we wept.
It tore you from me
or perhaps…
you chose to leave.

Was I not worth the fight?
Did gold glisten brighter than the raw radiance of a love that never lied?

What god lets two souls burn for each other,
only to extinguish the flame before dawn?

I walk through days strong,
but night betrays me.
My dreams become the only place I get to call you mine.

So here I remain—
forever tethered to a sea of dreams
where you and I
still stand
side by side.