promises once made
you come in and out of my life
like a thief in the night
robbing me of dreams
I once held promisingly
sometimes you are the moon
cloaked by daylight
following my every move
without ever knowing
sometimes you are the rain
the kind that falls softly
comforting the troubles
that seem to haunt me
and although I can’t touch you
I can feel you are near
like a promise once made
kept dear in my heart
may two thousand sixteen
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This is lovely, Matthew.
Bittersweet & romantic.
thank you very much