It’s a bright, beautiful moon
And I want to care
The way I used to when your love was mine
The sky, the stars, the sun, the moon
They hold no hope now
No mystery, no power, no promise of a brighter day
Not even the temporary relief of beauty
To soothe an aged soul whose ghost will haunt…
Who left whom, where, when and why
Questions that will fade in time,
Supposing there is anything fair for those left behind,
But for now I sit and wonder what I ever thought was so special about the sky
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“Who left whom, where, when and why/Questions that will fade in time” – These lines stood out to me the most. I enjoyed the way the flow.