Unheard love

And I did not see the night. The moon me.
I look out the window at night.
I see her standing there all alone.
Only she. I looked at her. I Wrote.

And she seemed to be so close.
So easy. But actually far.
I look into her eyes like a ghost.
She does not see. Everything in the fire.

I shout that I love. There is no longer love.
But she did not hear, no.
How cruel, how terrible life.
And now to the eternal time ... gone.


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