Rain taps on my window
Like pebbles being thrown against the clear cool glass
The wind howls
Like wolves pointing their noses toward the sky
Screaming for the moon way up high.
The screeching wind causes the trees tap
Up against the glass of the window
They make a light tapping sound
Tap
Tap
Tap
Lightning cracks across the sky,
Lighting up the darkness of my room.
In the light,
I see your face,
As quickly as the image came,
It was gone.
You were just a ghost
Haunting my memory
A figment my imagination made up
You would never be here
With me
Because you were never mine
And
I
Will never be yours.
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