Moonlight Lullaby

Fusion of urban lights, carbon monoxide
Have shamed the moon at the dead of night,
December days and hallucinations
As vehicles tread sleepless on far away streets,
I hear the soft friction of your footsteps grow weak.

Slowly, softly you arrive in the hour of darkness
Make your way towards my table, hang your legs
How long has it been?
As the moon dies, you hum your lullaby
Stepford Wives moan as slumber kisses my eyes.

And this is how I wanted it to be
Memories and clothes bundled in the corner you hid
My room dusted with your footsteps;
This is how I had always dreamt it to be,
Echoes of your laughter within these walls
And the smell of your Bensons, lingering on me.

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