The full moon leads the way
through another passing day,
as I gaze up at the night stars
I realized how we drifted afar.
Like a chapter in a book
every page has been turned,
I wondered is this a beginning
or just the lead to an end.
Closing my eyes to sleep
brings dream filled memories,
surreal as they can be
they complete the feelings in me.
It is not that I fear
what we have not yet shared.
my worries are based on time
it's like running out of rhyme.
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