Five years ago,
on a similar day,
me and her,lost in the night,
lost in the way,
watching the moon at night,
Some say...the lesser light.
For us it was the start,
holding hands, we watered,
a plant that we would cherish,
through winter and hail mourish.
Five years on,I ponder,
did we keep the bush alive,
or was it the growing bud,
that nurtured us to health,
whenevr we squandered mental wealth.
Some relationships are best left..
unnamed and untamed,
they are the elixir,
which has us intoxicate,
two friends so intimate.
In our drunken plight,
Still every night,
If not together,
then alone and assured,
we watch the moon fly,
with our hopes across the sky
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