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On a Frosty Night

By Madeline Montenegro

 

I cannot look at the stars;
the city lights are too bright for my eyes.
I wish to go back in time,
when the city was not found,
when our neighborhood was small.

Sitting next to the window,
it’s where I get lost in time,
drifting through memories
where warmth once lingered.

Longing for laughter that once danced through the walls,
when I first met my love,
and love, in solitude, quietly grows,
delving deeper into the heart of my soul.

As the days slip away,
my body gathers dust,
while the sun wanes too soon,
and the moon hides from the frost.

Moon, my dear friend,
please guard the night,
and chase the clouds away
from the start.

The cold of the night frost is entering my bones
I am at my end,
yearning only to see the stars
on what may be my last day.